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=She moved through the fair=

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 so fondly I watched her move here and move there And the she turned homeward with one star awake Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake.

The people were saying: "No two ever were wed but one had a sorrow that never was said." And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear, and that was the last that I saw of my dear.

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, till our Wedding Day".