Willy Moore - Ramblin' Jack Elliott

Willy Moore was young, he was scarce twenty-one

When he courted a maiden fair

Her eyes were like two diamonds bright

And raven black was her hair

Raven black was her hair

I love Willy Moore, she told herself

Far better than I love my life

For I’d much rather die than to weep and cry

That I never can be his wife

Never can be his wife

That very same night, sweet Annie disappeared

To search the country 'round

'Till at length in a brook by her father’s house

The body of Annie was found

Body of Annie was found

Willy Moore scarcely spoke that anyone knew

'Till at length from his friends did part

When last heard of him he was in Montréal

Where he died of a broken heart

Died of a broken heart