She Moved Through 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 she stepped away from me and this she did say
'It will not be long, love, till our wedding day.’

She went away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
And then she went homeward with one star awake
As the swan in the evening moves over the bay

Last night she came to me she came softy in
So softly she entered, her feet made no din;
She laid her hand on me, and this she did say
'It will not be long love, till our wedding day.’