SHE MOVED THRO' THE FAIR
Author Unknown

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 the next market day.'

She stepped away from me and she went thro' 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 th~ lake.

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

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