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She Moved through the fair
My young love said to me "My mother won't mind',
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind'
As she turned away from me and this did say,
'It will not be long love, 'til our Wedding Day'.
As she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair,
And fondly I watched her move here and move there,
And then she turned homeward with one star awake,
Like the swan in the evening moves across the lake.
Last night I dreamt, my dead love came in,
So softly she came that her feet made no din,
As she laid her hand on me and this did say,
'It will not be long love, 'til our wedding day'.
My young love said to me "My mother won't mind',
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind'
As she turned away from me and this did say,
'It will not be long love, 'til our Wedding