She Moved Through the Fair
She Moved Through the Fair | |
| My young love said to me, My father won't mind And my mother won't slight you, For your lack of kind. Then she turned away from me, and this she did say, It will not be long love, Till our wedding day. | 2. She moved away from me, And she moved through the Fair, And fondly I watched her, Move here and move there. Then she turned and walked homeward, With one star awake As a swan in the evening, Moves over the lake. |
| 3. Last night she came to me, My dead love came in, So softly she came That her feet made no din. Then she laid her hand on me, And this she did say, It will not be long love, Till our wedding day. |