Willie Moore was a king, his age twenty-one,
Courted a maiden fair;
Her eyes were like two diamonds bright,
Raven black was her hair, hmmm...
He courted her both day and night,
To marry him she did agree,
But when they went to get her parents' consent,
They said,"This could never be," hummm
"I love Willie Moore,"sweet Annie replied,
"Beeter than I love my life,
And I would rather die than weep here and cry,
Never to be his wife,hummm
That very same night sweet Annie disappeared,
They searched the country' round,
In a little stream by the cabin door,
The body of sweet Annie was found,hummm
Sweet Annie's parents they live all alone,
One mourns,the other cries,
In a little green mound in front of their door,
The body of sweet Annie now lies.
Willie Moore scarce spoke that anyone knew,
Soon from his friends did part;
And the last heard of him was he's on Montreal,
Where he died of a broken heart.
Willie Moore was a king, his age twenty-one,
Courted a maiden fair;
Her eyes were like two diamonds bright,
Raven black was her hair, hmmm...