Collected by Mary Celestia Parler Robert Wilcox
Bald Knob, Ark.
August 5, 1960 Reel 411, Item 5
Fair Fanny Moore
Look at the yon cottage, it's all dark and cold.
Oh, once it's gravelled walks were green and overgrown. Go in and you'll see, sir, some dark spots on the floor, Alas, it is the blood of the fair Fanny Moore.
Young Fanny all blooming, two lovers there came,
They offered her their love, their riches all the same, Their love and their riches all failed to allure The lone burning bosom of the fair Fanny Moore.
... young Edward in lowlie degree He offered her his love, enraptured were he,
And straight to the altar he went to secure The love and the life of the fair Fanny Moore.
Young Fanny was sitting in her cottage one day,
When her kind husband on business called away,
When Randolph the haughty opened the door He clasped to his bosom the fair Fanny Moore.
"O Fanny, O Fanny, beware of your fate!
Accept ye of my gold before it is too late! For one thing is certain, and turning to secure The love or the life of the fair Fanny Moore."
"Oh, spare me, oh, spare me! for Mercy sake," she cried. "Oh, spare me! oh, spare me! for Mercy sake!" she cried. "Go way, go way, to the land of the rest."
He buried his dagger in her snowy white breast.
Young Fanny, all blooming, in bloodshed she died,
And Randolph the Haughty was taken up and tried,
He was hung with a chain on the tree by the door,
For taking the life of the fair Fanny Moore.
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