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Willie Moore was a King,
His age twenty-one
Courted a maiden fair
Her eyes were like
Two diamonds bright
Raven black was her hair,
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

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

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

Sweet Annie's parents
They live all alone,
One mourns, the other cries,
In 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.

Willie Moore was a King,
His age twenty-one
Courted a maiden fair
Her eyes were like
Two diamonds bright
Raven black was her hair,
Hmmm

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