Willie Moore was a king, his age twenty-one He courted a damsel fair Oh, her eyes were 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 came to get her parents’ consent They said it could never be 
She threw herself in Willie Moore’s arms As ofttimes had done before But little did he think when they parted that night Sweet Annie 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 the little brook before the cottage door The body of sweet Annie was found 
She was taken by her weeping friends And carried to her parent’s room And there she was dressed in a shroud of snowy white And laid in a lonely tomb 
Her parents now are left alone One mourns and the other one weeps And in a fresh-made mound before the cottage door The body of sweet Annie still sleeps 
This song was composed in the cloudy West By a man you may never have seen Oh, I’ll tell you his name but it is not in full His initials are J.R.G 
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