My young love said to me "My mother won't mind
And she laid her hand on me and this she did say
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind"
And then she went onward, just one star awake
"Oh, it will not be long, lord, till our wedding day"
And she went away from me and moved through the fair And fondly I watched her move here and move there
Last night she came to me, my dead love came in
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake
So softly she came that her feet made no din
And she laid her hand on me and this she did say
"Oh, it will not be long, lord, till our wedding day.
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