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My young love said to me,
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My mother won't mind
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And my father won't slight you
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For your lack of kind"
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And she stepped away from me
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And this she did say:
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It will not be long, love,
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Till our wedding day"
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As she stepped away from me
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And she moved through the fair
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And fondly I watched her
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Move here and move there
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And then she turned homeward
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With one star awake
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Like the swan in the evening
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Moves over the lake
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The people were saying,
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No two e'er were wed
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But one had a sorrow
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That never was said
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And I smiled as she passed
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With her goods and her gear,
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And that was the last
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That I saw of my dear.
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Last night she came to me,
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My dead love came in
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So softly she came
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That her feet made no din
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As she laid her hand on me
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And this she did say
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It will not be long, love,
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'Til our wedding day
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She Moved Through the Fair
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| Andreas Scholl |
