Willy Moore

Willy Moore was young, he was scarce twenty-one
When he courted a maiden fair
Her eyes were like two diamonds bright
And raven black was her hair
Raven black was her hair

I love Willy Moore, she told herself
Far better than I love my life
For I'd much rather die than to weep and cry
That I never can be his wife
Never can be his wife

That very same night, sweet Annie disappeared
To search the country 'round
'Till at length in a brook by her father's house
The body of Annie was found
Body of Annie was found

Willy Moore scarcely spoke that anyone knew
'Till at length from his friends did part
When last heard of him he was in Montréal
Where he died of a broken heart
Died of a broken heart