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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Then, 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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'Til our wedding day."
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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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Then she made her way homeward,
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With one star awake,
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As the swan in the evening,
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Moves over the lake.
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I dreamt it last night,
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That my dead love came in,
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So softly she moved,
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That her feet made no din.
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Then she came close beside 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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Music : Traditional
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Lyrics : Traditional
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Reproduced without permission
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She Moved Through The Fair
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| Simple Minds |
