My young love said to me, My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you For your lack of kind. She stepped away from me And this she did say, "It will not be long love Till our wedding day". She stepped away from me And she moved through the fair And fondly I watched her move here And move there. And she went her way homeward With one star awake, As the swan in the evening Moved over the lake. Last night she came to me, My young love came in. So softly she entered, That her feet made no din. And she came close beside me And this she did say, "It will not be long love Till our wedding day".
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