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My young love said to me |
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My mother won't mind |
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And my father won't slight you |
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For your lack of kind |
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Then she stepped away from me |
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And this she did say |
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"It will not be long love, |
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till our wedding day". |
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She stepped away from me |
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and she moved through the fair |
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and fondly I watched her |
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Moved here and move there |
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Then she made her way homeward |
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with one star awake |
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As the swan in the evening |
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moves over the lake |
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I dreamt it last night |
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That my dead love came in |
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So softly she moved |
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That her feet made no din |
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Then she came close beside me |
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And this she did say |
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"It will not be long love, |
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till our wedding day". |
