Sung by: Mrs. T.F. Guthrie of San Antonio, TX
Recorded on 7/18/52

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(Spoken annotation by Wolf: "'Mary of the Wild Moor' was sung by Mrs. T.F. Guthrie (Ernestine Maxfield Guthrie) of San Antonio, Texas. She learned the song in Sylamore, Arkansas.")

One night, when the wind, it blew cold,
Blew bitter across the wild moor,
Young Mary, she came with her child,
Wandering home to her own father's door.

"Oh, Father, I pray, let me in,
Take pity on me, I implore,
Or the child at my bosom will die
From the winds that blow 'cross the wild moor.

"Oh, why did I leave this fair cot
Where once I was happy and free?
Doomed to roam without friends and a home;
Oh, father, take pity on me."

But the father was deaf to her cry;
Not a sound of her voice reached his door,
And the watchdogs did bark and the winds
Blew bitter across the wild moor.

Oh, how must the father have felt
When he came to the door in the morn;
Saw Mary there with her child
Fondly clasped in its dead mother's arms.

In frenzy he tore his gray hair
As on Mary he gazed at the door,
And the watchdogs did bark and the wind
Blew bitter across the wild moor.

The father in grief pined away.
The babe to the grave was soon borne,
And no one lives there to this day--
The cottage to ruin has gone.

And the villagers point out the spot
Where the willow weeps over the door,
Saying, there Mary perished and died
From the winds that blew 'cross the wild moor.

Also found in Randolph, Vol. I, #72, "The Wild Moor"; Brown, Vol. II, #78; Belden p. 207, "Mary of the Wild Moor."

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