She Moved Through the Fair Paroles

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."

As she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair

And fondly I watched her move here and move there

And then she turned homeward with one star awake

Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake.


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, my dead love came in

So softly she came that her feet made no din

As she laid her hand on me and this she did say:

It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day.