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Thread #47571   Message #710656
Posted By: masato sakurai
13-May-02 - 11:06 PM
Thread Name: Origins: Willie Moore
Subject: Lyr Add: WILLIE MOORE (from New Lost City Ramblers
Burnett and Rutherford's version is on Smith's Anthology of American Folk Music (Click here for "additional notes"). Their text is as follows, copied from The New Lost City Ramblers Song Book (Oak, 1964, p. 156).


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 marrierd they did agree,
But when he came to bid her parents' consent,
They said it could never be.

She threw herself in Willie Moore's arms
As oftimes had done before,
But little did he think when they parted that night,
Sweet Ellen he would see no more.

Oh 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 Ellen was loved both far and near,
Had friends most all around,
And in a little brook before the cottage door,
The body of sweet Ellen was found.

She was taken by her weeping friends
And carried to her parents' 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 while the other one weeps,
And in a fresh-made mound before the cottage door,
The body of sweet Ellen to sleep.

This song was composed in the cloudy West
By a man you may never have seen,
I'll tell you his name but it is not in full,
His initials are J.R.G.