Traditional folk song
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Wil-lie Moore was a King, aged twen-ty-one
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Court-ed a maid-en fair;
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Her eyes were like two dia-monds bright
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Rav-en black was her hair, hmmm hmmm 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," hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...
"I love Willie Moore," sweet Annie replied,
"Better than I love my life,
And l would rather die than weep here and cry,
Never to be his wife," hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...
That very same night sweet Anne disappeared,
They searched the country 'round
In a little stream by the cabin door,
The body of sweet Annie was found' hmmm, hmmm, hmm
Sweet Annie's parents they live all alone,
One mourns, the other cries,
ln 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.