| My young love said to me, my mother won’t mind
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| And my father won’t slight you for your lack of kine
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| And 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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| Then she went her way homeward with one star awake
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| As the swan in the evening moves over the lake
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| The people were saying no two were e’er wed
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| But one has a sorrow that never was said
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| And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear
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| And that was the last that I saw of my dear
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| I dreamt it last night that my young love came in
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| 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 |