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[Verse 1]
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It was on one cold wintry night,
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When the wind blew across the wild moor
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when Mary came wandering
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home with her child,
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till she came to her own father's door.


[Verse 2]
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Father, dear Father she cried.
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Come down and open the door,
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or the child in my arms
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will perish and die,
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from the winds that blow across the wild moor.


[Verse 3]
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Why did I leave this fair spot
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Where oncet I was happy and free
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I am now doomed to roam
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Without friends or a home
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And no one to take pity on me


[Interlode]
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[Verse 4]
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But her father was deaf to her cry,
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not a sound of her voice did he hear,
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so the watch dog did howl,
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and the village bells tolled
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and the winds blew across the wild moor.


[Verse 5]
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Oh how the old man must have felt,
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as he came to the door the next morn,
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and he found Mary dead
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but the child still alive,
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closely grasping his stiff mother's arm.


[Verse 6]
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In anguish he tore his grey hair
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And the tears down his cheeks they did pour
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When he saw how that night
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She had perished and died
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From the windS that blew across the wild moor


[Interlude]
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[Verse 7]
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In grief the old man pined away,
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and the child to his mother went soon.
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And no one they say
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Has lived there to this day,
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And the cottage to ruin has gone.


[Verse 8]
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But the villagers point out the spot,
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where the willows grew over the door.
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Saying there Mary died,
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once the gay village bride,
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from the wind that blew across the wild moor.