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My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind |
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And my father won't slight you for your lack of kine." |
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Then she stepped away from 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 stepped away from me and she moved thru' the fair |
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And fondly I watched her move here and move there. |
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And she made her way homeward with one star awake |
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As swan in the evening moves over the lake. |
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Last night, She came to me, She came softly in |
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So softly she came that her feet made no din, |
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And she laid her hand on me and this she did say: |
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"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day." |
