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My young love said to me, "My brothers won't mind |
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And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind" |
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Then she turned her head to me and this she did say |
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"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day" |
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She turned away from me and she moved through the fair |
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And I watched her so swiftly move here and move there |
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Then she turned away homeward with one star awake |
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Like a swan in the evening moves over the lake |
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Last night, I did dream that my dead love come in |
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So softly she entered that her feet made no din |
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And she turned her head to me and this she did say |
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"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day" |
