She Moved Thro’ The Fair

My young love said to me, “My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kine.”
And he laid his hand on me and this he did say
“Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day.”

Then he went away from me, he moved through the fair
So sadly I watched him move here and move there
And then he went homeward, just one star awake
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake

Last night he came to me, my dead love came in
So softly he came that his feet made no din
And he laid his hand on me and this his did say
“Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day.”