Mac Wiseman - Mary of the wild moor

^CWas on a ^G7cold winter's ^Cnight And the wind blew a^D7cross the wild ^G7moor As ^Cpoor Mary came ^G7wandering ^Chome with her ^Fchild Till she ^Ccame to her ^G7own father's ^Cdoor

Oh father dear ^G7father she ^Ccried Come down and ^D7open the ^G7door Or ^Cthis child in my ^G7arms will ^Cperish and ^Fdie From the ^Cwinds that blow ^G7across the wild ^Cmoor

Her father was ^G7deaf to her ^Ccry Not a sound of her ^D7voice did he ^G7hear For the ^Cwatch dogs did ^G7howl and the ^Cvillage bells ^Ftolled And the ^Cwinds blew ^G7across the wild ^Cmoor

Oh how the old ^G7man must have ^Cfelt When he came to the ^D7door the next ^G7morn' And ^Cfound Mary ^G7dead but the ^Cchild still ^Falive Closely ^Cclasped in it's ^G7dead mother's ^Carms

In anguish he ^G7tore his gray ^Chair While the tears down his ^D7cheeks they did ^G7pour Then he ^Csaw that Mary ^G7died the ^Cgay village ^Fbride From the ^Cwinds that blow ^G7across the wild ^Cmoor

But the villagers ^G7point out the ^Cspot Where the willows ^D7weep over the ^G7door Saying ^Cthere Mary ^G7died once the ^Cgay village ^Fbride From the ^Cwinds that blow ^G7across the wild ^Cmoor