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"Willie Moore" (Traditional)
Willie Moore was a king His age, 21 And he courted a damsel fair Her eyes were as bright as silvery moonlight And wavy black was her hair Her beauty was known both far and wide Her kindness and wisdom, too But Willie was dark and strange, little known By the world outside of these two He courted her both night and day 'Til marriage she did agree And Willie was happy As happy as a poor little soul like Willie could be In an instant he lost his lady love In the dark of a feverish night And Willie placed all that was let of his hope In a charm he laid by her bedside And into the ground she never did go Nor to a graveyard tune That night she and Willie danced By the light of a shining,
silvery moon Willie Moore
was a king His age, 21 And he courted a damsel
fair Her eyes were
as bright as silvery moonlight And wavy black was her hair
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