Willie Moore
Willie Moore was a king he was scarce
twenty-one
He courted a lady fair
Her eyes were as bright as two diamonds in the night
And raven black was her hair
He courted her both night and day
Till to marry they did agree
But when they came to their parents to consent
They said it could never be
She threw herself in Willie Moore's arms
As oft times she'd done before
And little did he think when he held her that night
Sweet Anne he'd see no more
It was just about the month of May
That night I remember it well
That very same night that her body disappeared
In a way no tongue could tell
Sweet Anne she was known both far and wide
Her friends were all around
And in the little brook before the cottage door
The body of sweet Anne was found
She was taken off by her weeping friends
And carried to her parents' room
And there she was dressed in a shroud of snowy white
And laid in a lonely tomb
Willie Moore never spoke - he took to the road
And from his friends he did part
Last heard of him he was in montreal
Where he died of a broken heart
Willie Moore was a king he was scarce
twenty-one
He courted a lady fair
Her eyes were as bright as two diamonds in the night
And raven black was her hair
Willie Moore
Willie Moore era un rey, apenas tenía veintiuno
Cortejaba a una dama hermosa
Sus ojos brillaban como dos diamantes en la noche
Y su cabello era negro como el cuervo
La cortejaba de día y de noche
Hasta que acordaron casarse
Pero al ir con sus padres para dar su consentimiento
Ellos dijeron que nunca podría ser
Ella se arrojó en los brazos de Willie Moore
Como tantas veces antes lo había hecho
Y él nunca imaginó que esa noche, al abrazarla
No volvería a ver a la dulce Anne
Era casi el mes de mayo
Esa noche la recuerdo bien
Justo esa misma noche su cuerpo desapareció
De una manera indescriptible
La dulce Anne era conocida lejos y cerca
Sus amigos estaban por todas partes
Y en el arroyo frente a la puerta de la cabaña
Encontraron el cuerpo de la dulce Anne
Fue llevada por sus amigos llorosos
Y llevada a la habitación de sus padres
Allí la vistieron con un sudario blanco como la nieve
Y la colocaron en una tumba solitaria
Willie Moore nunca habló, tomó el camino
Y se separó de sus amigos
La última noticia que se tuvo de él fue en Montreal
Donde murió de un corazón roto
Willie Moore era un rey, apenas tenía veintiuno
Cortejaba a una dama hermosa
Sus ojos brillaban como dos diamantes en la noche
Y su cabello era negro como el cuervo