Mary Of The Wild Moor

It was on a cold windy night

And the winds blew across the wild moor

As poor Mary came wandering home with her child

Till she came to her own fathers door

Oh why did I leave this fair spot

Where once I was happy and free

I am now doomed to roam without friend or a home

And no one to take pity on me

Oh father dear father she cried

Come down and open the door

For the child in my arms,it will perish and die

By the winds that blow across the wild moor

But her father was deaf to her cries

Not a sound of her voice did he hear

Though the watchdog did howl and the village bell toiled

As the winds blew across the wold moor

Oh how the old man must have felt

When he came to the door the next morn

And he found Mary dead but the child still alive

Closely clasped in it's dead mothers arms

In anger he tore his grey hair

And the tears down his cheeks they did pour

When he saw on that night,she had perished and died

By the winds that blew across the wild moor