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she moved through the fair
(Colum) Boosey & Hawkes Music
My young love said to me
Oh my mother won’t mind
And my father won’t slight you
For your lack of kine
So she stepped away from me
And this she did say
It will not be long love
Till our wedding day
So she stepped away from me
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Go here and go there
Then she went her way homeward
With one star awake
As the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake
I dreamt it last night
That my young love came in
So softly she entered
Her feet made no din
She came close beside me
And this she did say
It will not be long love
Till our wedding day