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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 oftime 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 |
