Willie Moore was a king, his age twenty-one,
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He courted a damsel fair;
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O, her eyes was as bright as the diamonds every night,
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And wavy black was her hair.
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He courted her both night and day,
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'Til to marry they did agree;
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But when he came to get her parents consent,
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They said it could never be.
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She threw herself in Willie Moore's arms,
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As of time had done before;
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But little did he think when they parted that night,
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Sweet Anna he would see no more.
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It was about the tenth of May,
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The time I remember well;
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That very same night, her body disappeared
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In a way no tongue could tell.
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Sweet Annie was loved both far and near,
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Had friends most all around;
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And in a little brook before the cottage door,
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The body of sweet Anna was found.
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She was taken by her weeping friends,
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And carried to her parent's room,
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And there she was dressed in a gown of snowy white,
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And laid her in a lonely tomb.
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Her parents now are left all alone,
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One mourns while the other one weeps;
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And in a grassy mound before the cottage door,
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The body of sweet Anna still sleeps.
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(Willie Moore never spoke that anyone heard,
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And at length from his friends did part,
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And the last heard from him, he'd gone to Montreal,
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Where he died of a broken heart.)
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This song was composed in the flowery West
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By a man you may never have seen;
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O, I'll tell you his name, but it is not in full,
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Willie Moore
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| Joan Baez |
