SHE MOVED THROUGH THE FAIR

by Padraic Collum



My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind

And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind"

And she stepped away from me and this she did say:

It will not be long, love, till our wedding day"



As she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair

And fondly I watched her move here and move there

And then she turned homeward with one star awake

Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake



Last night she came to me, my dead love came in

So softly she came that her feet made no din

As she laid her hand on me and this she did say

"It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day"



Recorded by Margaret Barrie

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