Willie Moore was a king, his age twenty-one
He courted a lady fair
Oh, her eyes were as bright as the diamonds in the night
And wavy black was her hair
He courted her both night and day
'Til to marry they did agree
But when he went to get her parents' consent
They said it could never be
She threw herself in Willie Moore's arms
As ofttimes had done before
But little did he think when they parted that night
Sweet Annie he would see no more
It was on about the tenth of May
The time I remember well
The very same night her body disappeared
In a way no tongue could tell
Sweet Anna was loved both far and near
Had friends most all around
And in a little brook before the cottage door
The body of sweet Annie was found
She was taken by her weeping friends
And carried to her parents' room
Her head was wrapped in a shroud of snowy white
And laid in a lonely tomb
Her parents now are left alone
One mourns while the other weeps
And in the gra**y mound before the cottage door
The body of sweet Anna sleeps
Willie Moore never spoke that anyone knew
And at length from his friends did part
And the last I heard of him, he'd gone to Montreal
Where he died of a broken heart