| My young love said to me, «My brothers won’t mind
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| And my father won’t slight you for your lack of kind»
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| Then she turned her head to 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 turned away from me and she moved through the fair
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| And I watched her so swiftly move here and move there
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| Then she turned away homeward with one star awake
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| Like a swan in the evening moves over the lake
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| Last night, I did dream that my dead love come in
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| So softly she entered that her feet made no din
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| And she turned her head to me and this she did say
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| «It will not be long, love, till our wedding day»
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| Thank you |