Willie Moore was a king his age twenty-one

He courted a damsel fair

O her eyes was 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 ask her parents consent

They said it could never be.

She threw herself in Willie Moore's arms

As oftime had done before

But little did he think when they parted that night

Sweet Anna 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 Annie was loved both far and near

Had friends most all around

And in a little brook before the cottage door

The body of sweet Anna was found.

She was taken by her weeping friends

And carried to her  room

And there she was dressed in a gown of snowy white

And laid her in a lonely tomb.

Her parents now are left all alone

One mourns while the other one weeps

And in a grassy mound before the cottage door

The body of sweet Anna still sleeps.

Willie Moore never spoke that anyone heard
And at length from his friends did part

And the last heard from him he'd gone to Montreal

Where he died of a broken heart.

Willie Moore was a king his age twenty-one

He courted a damsel fair

O her eyes was as bright as the diamonds in the night

And wavy black was her hair.