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Allan Mac Mchale Y The Old Time Radio Gang - Mary Of The Wild Moor Lyrics

It was on one dark winter's night
And the wind blew across the wild moor
When young Mary, she came with a babe in her arms
And she stopped at her own father's door

Oh, Father, dear Father, she cried
Won't you please come and open up the door
Or this babe in my arms, she'll perish and die
By the winds that blow across the wild moor

But her old man was deaf to her cry
Not a sound of her voice did he hear
Though the watchdog did howl and the village bell toll
And the winds blew across the wild moor

Well, imagine how the old man must have felt
When he came to the door the next morn
Well, he found Mary dead, but the child still alive
Nestled close in her dear mother's arms

In anguish he tore his gray hair
While the tears down his cheeks they did pour
Well, the only sound that he heard that night
Was the winds that blew across the wild moor

Well, the old man in grief passed away
And the child to its mother went soon
And no one, they say, has lived there since that day
And the cottage to ruin has gone
But the villagers still mark out the spot
Where the willows grow over the door
Sayin' there Mary died, she was the gay village bride
And the winds blew across the wild moor