| She Moves Through The Fair |
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| My young love said to me |
| My mother won’t mind |
| And my father won’t slight you |
| For your lack of kind |
| She stepped away from me |
| And she moved through the fair |
| And fondly I watched her |
| Move here and move there |
| And then she went onwards |
| Just one star awake |
| Like the swan in the evening |
| Moves over the lake |
| Last night she came to me |
| My dead love came in |
| So softly she came |
| That her feet made no din |
| And she laid her hand on me |
| And this she did say |
| It will not be long now |
| And she moved through the fair |
