Mary Of The Wild Moor

3/4 time Was on a cold winter's night And the wind blew across the wild moor As poor Mary came wandering home with her child Till she came to her own father's door Oh father dear father she cried Come down and open the door Or this child in my arms will perish and die From the winds that blow across the wild moor Her father was deaf to her cry Not a sound of her voice did he hear For the watch dogs did howl and the village bells tolled And the winds blew across the wild moor Oh how the old man must have felt When he came to the door the next morn' And found Mary dead but the child still alive Closely clasped in it's dead mother's arms In anguish he tore his gray hair While the tears down his cheeks they did pour Then he saw that Mary died the gay village bride From the winds that blow across the wild moor But the villagers point out the spot Where the willows weep over the door Saying there Mary died once the gay village bride From the winds that blow across the wild moor