Mary of the Wild Moor (Rehearsal)

It was on one cold and wintry night

When the wind blew across the wild moor

'Twas there Mary wandered alone with her child

Till she came to her own father's door

Why did I leave this fair spot

Where once I was happy and free?

For I'm now left alone in this cold world to roam

And nobody cares about me

Oh father take pity on me

Come down and open the door

For the child in my arms, he will perish and die

From the winds that blow across the wild moor

But the old man was deaf to her cries

Not a sound from her voice did hе hear

And the watchdog did howl and the villagе bells tolled

And the wind blew across the wild moor

Oh, how the old man must have felt

When he came to the door the next morn

And he found Mary dead, but the child still alive

Still wrapped in her dead mother's arms

In grief the old man pined away

And the child to its mother went soon

And no one they say has lived there 'til this day

And the cottage to ruin has gone

But the villagers point out the spot

Where the willows droop over the door

Saying there Mary died once a gay village bride

From the wind that blew across the wild moor