| 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 he laid his hand on me and this he did say:
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| «Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day.»
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| And he went away from me and moved through the fair
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| And fondly I watched him move here and move there
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| And he laid his hand on me and this he did say:
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| «Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day.»
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| Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed I did see
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| My own darling duo sat smiling by me
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| And he laid his hand on me and this he did say:
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| «Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day.»
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| Last night he came to me, my dead love came in
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| And so softly he came that his feet made no din
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| And then he went homeward just one star awake
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| Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake
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| 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 he laid his hand on me and this he did say:
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| «Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day.»
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| And he laid his hand on me and this he did say:
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| «Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day.» |