My young love said to me,"My Mother won't mind
And my Father won't slight you for your lack of kind."
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 she turned her way homeward with one star awake
As the swan in the evening move over the lake
The people were saying, "no two e'er were wed"
But one had a sorrow that never was said
And I smiled as she passed me with her goods and her gear,
And that was the last that I saw of my dear
Last night she came to me, my true love came in
And she came in so easy her feet made no din
And she laid her hands on me and this she did say
"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day"
No, it wont be long my love.
