My own love said to me
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"My mother won't mind.
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And my daughters won't slight you
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for your lack of kind".
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He went away from me
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and this he did say
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"It will not be long, Love,
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till our wedding day"
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He went away from me
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And he moved through the fair
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And slowly I watched him
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Move here and move there
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He went his way homeward
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with one star awake
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As this swan in the evening
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moves over the lake
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I dreamed last night
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that my own love came in
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He came in so sweetly
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his feet made no din
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He came close beside me
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And this he did say
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"It will not be long Love
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till our wedding day"
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It will not be long love
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long love
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long love
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love
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He Moved Through The Fair
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Sinead O'Connor |