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