| Willie Moore was a king, his age twenty-one
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| He courted a damsel fair;
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| O, her eyes was as bright as the diamonds every night
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| And wavy black was her hair
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| He courted her both night and day
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| 'Til to marry they did agree;
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| But when he came to get her parents consent
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| They said it could never be
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| She threw herself in Willie Moore’s arms
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| As oftime had done before;
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| But little did he think when they parted that night
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| Sweet Anna he would see no more
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| It was about the tenth of May
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| The time I remember well;
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| That very same night, her body disappeared
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| In a way no tongue could tell
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| Sweet Annie was loved both far and near
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| Had friends most all around;
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| And in a little brook before the cottage door
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| The body of sweet Anna was found
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| She was taken by her weeping friends
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| And carried to her parent’s room
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| And there she was dressed in a gown of snowy white
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| And laid her in a lonely tomb
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| Her parents now are left all alone
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| One mourns while the other one weeps;
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| And in a grassy mound before the cottage door
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| The body of sweet Anna still sleeps
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| [Willie Moore never spoke that anyone heard
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| And at length from his friends did part
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| And the last heard from him, he’d gone to Montreal
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| Where he died of a broken heart.]
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| This song was composed in the flowery West
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| By a man you may never have seen;
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| O, I’ll tell you his name, but it is not in full |