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 stepped 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 moon arise,
As the sun in the evening, moves over the skies.

The people were saying, that no two were e'er wed,
But one had a sorrow, that never was said,
And she smiled as she passed, with her goods and her gear,
And that was the last, that I saw of my dear.

Last night she came to me, my dead love came 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."

Traditional

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