One night when the wind blew high

guitars; voiceBooth Campbell Cane Hill, Ark. March 30, 1950 Reel 17-18, Item 2 Mary of the Wild Moor One night when the wind blew high And blew coldly across the wild moor, Then Mary came with her child All alone to her own father's door. Crying, "Father, pray do let me in; Take pity on me, I am poor: Or the child at my bosom will die From the winds that blow 'cross the wild moor But her father was deef to her cries, Not a voice, not a sound reached the door, But the watchdog barked and the wind That blew coldly across the wild moor. Now, what must that father have felt When he went to the door in the mom? There he found Mary dead, and her child Fondly clasped in its dead mother's arms. Soon her father in grief passed away, And the child to the grave soon was borne, And there's no one lives there till this day, And the cottage to ruin had gone. The villagers point to the spot Where the willow weeps over the door, Saying, "There Mary perished and died From the winds that blow cross the wild moor. Coll. by Mitchell Transc. by ParlerFunding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation