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 moved thru the fair so 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 lake
The people were saying no two 'ere were wed but one had sorrow that never was said and I 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 she stepped so softly in 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...'