Willie Moore

Willie Moore was a king
His age twenty-one
He courted a damsel 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 married they did agree
but when it came to bid her parents’ consent
they said it could never be.

She threw herself in Willie Moore’s arms
As oft’ times had done before
But little did he know as they parted that night
Sweet Ellen he would see no more.

It was about the tenth of May
The time I remember well
That very same night her body disappeared
In a way no tongue could tell

Sweet Ellen was loved both far and near
Had friends most all around
And in the little brook before the cottage door
The body of Sweet Ellen was found

She was taken by her weeping friends
And carried to her parents’ room
And there she was dressed in a shroud of snowy white
And laid in a lonely tomb

Her parents now are left alone
One mourns and the other weeps
And in a fresh-made mound before the cottage door
The body of Sweet Ellen does sleep.