My young love said to me,
”My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind”
And she stepped away from me
And this she did say,
"It will not be long love
Till our wedding day”

She stepped away from me
And she went through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
And then she went homeward
With one star awake
As the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake

Last night she came to me
She came softly in
So softly she came then
Her feet made no din
And she laid her hand on me
And this she did say,
"It will not be long love
Till our wedding day&quot;<br />
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