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My young love said to me: "My mother won't mind
And me Father won't slight you for your lack of kind"
She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say:
"It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day"
She stepped away from me, and she moved through the fair
And so fondly I watched her, move here, and move there
She went her way homeward, with one star awake
As the Swan in the evening moves over the lake.
The people were saying, "No two e'er were wed
But one has a sorrow that never was said"
And she smiled as she passed me with her goods and her gear
And that was the last that I saw of my dear