| My love said to me, My mother won’t mind
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| And me father won’t slight you for your lack of kind.
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| Then she stepped away from me, and this she did say:
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| It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day.
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| She stepped away from me, and she moved through the fair
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| And fondly I watched her move here and move there
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| She went her way homeward with one star awake
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| As the swans in the evening moved over the lake
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| People were saying, No two e’er were wed
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| But one has a sorrow that never was said
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| And she smiled as she passed me with her goods and her gear
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| And the was the last that I saw of my dear
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| I dreamt it last night that my true love came in So softly she entered, her feet made no din
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| She came close beside me, and this she did say:
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| It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day. |