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Mary Of The Wild Moor - The Blue Sky Boys

Written by：Traditional

It was on one cold winter night

And the wind blew across the wild moor

At Mary came wandering home with a child

Till she came to her own father's door

Father dear father she cried

Come down and open the door

Or the child in my arms with perish and die

From the winds that blow 'cross the wild moor

Oh why did I leave this fair spot

Where once I was happy and free

I am now doomed to roam

Without friends or a home

And no one to take pity on me

But her father was deaf to her cry

Not a sound of a voice did he hear

So the watchdog did howl

And the village bells tolled

And the wind blew across the wild moor

Oh how the old man must have felt

When he came to the door the next morn

And he found Mary dead but the child still alive

Closely clasped in its dead mother's arms

In anguish he tore his gray hair

And the tears down his cheeks they did pour

When he saw how that night

She had perished and died

From the winds that blow 'cross the wild moor

The old man with grief pined away

An' the child to its mother went soon

And no one they say has there to lived this day

And the cottage to ruin has gone

But the villagers point out the spot

Where the willows droop over the door

Saying there Mary died once the gay village bride

From the winds that blow 'cross the wild moor