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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She stepped away from me, and she went thro' the fair.
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And fondly I watched her move here and move there.
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And then she went homeward with one star awake,
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As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.
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Last night she came to me, she came softly in,
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So softly she came that her feet made no din.
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And she laid her hand on me, and this she did say
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"It will not be long love, till our wedding day"
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She Moved Through the Fair
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| Charlotte Church |
