| 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 kind'
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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, till our wedding day'
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| She stepped away from me, and she went through the fair.
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| And fondly I watched her move here and move there.
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| And then she went 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 e’er were red'
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| But one had a sorrow that never was said
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| And I smiled as she passed me 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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| Last night she came to me, my true love came in,
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| And she came in so easy her feet made no din.
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| As she laid her hands on me and this she did say
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| 'It will not be long love, 'till our wedding day'
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| No, it won’t be long my love. |