My young love said to me,
"my brothers won't mind
And my father won't slight
you for your lack of kind."
Then she turned her face
to me and this she did say:
"it will not be long, love, till our wedding day."

She turned away from me
and moved thru' the fair
And I watched her so swiftly
move here and move there.

Then she turned away
homeward with one star awake
Like the swan in the
evening moves over the lake.

Last night, I did dream
that my dead love come in.
So softly she entered that her feet made no din,
Then she turned her head
to me and this she did say:
"it will not be long, love, till our wedding day."

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