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Fair Fanny Moore There's a cot in yonders valley, it's deserted and alone It has lately been neglected, and is greenly overgrown. As you enter the door, see the red stains on the floor Oh that is the blood of the fair Fanny Moore. Young Fanny was a-blooming, her two lovers came One offered young Fanny his wealth and his fame. But all of his riches, it could not allure The fair burnin' bosom of the fair Fanny Moore. Young Henry the shepherd was of lowly degree But he won her fond heart an' accepted was he. Then quick to the altar he there did secure The hand an' the heart of the fair Fanny Moore. As Fanny was a-settin' in her cottage one day When business had called her fond husband away. Young Randall the haughty come in at the door An' clasped in his strong arms the fair Fanny Moore. Oh spare me, oh spare me, oh spare me, she cried Oh spare me in mercy, for now I'm a bride. Oh no, said young Randall, you go to your rest An' he buried his knife in her snowy white breast. Young Randall the haughty was taken an' tried Young Fanny, a-blooming, in her beauty had died. Young Randall was hung on a tree by the door For taking the life of the fair Fanny Moore. Young Henry the shepherd went distracted and wild He wandered away from his lonely defile. At length he died an' was carried from the door An' laid by the side of the fair Fanny Mooore. From Ozark Folksongs, Randolph Collected from Mrs Dan Pierce, MO 1928 note: According to Pound, a British import. DT #337 Laws O38 RG apr96
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