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Brewster; Ballads and Songs of Indiana 247
6. The old man in grief pined away, And the child to its mother went soon;
And no one, they say, will live there to this day, And the cottage to ruin has gone.
7. Now the village points out to the spot Where the winds of the cold winters roar,x Saying, "Poor Mary died here, a gay village bride, As the winds blew across the wild moor."
1 Variant line: When they hear the winds blow, and sea roar.