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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