She Moved Through the Fair

My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind

And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind"

Then she stepped away from me and this 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 fondly I watched her move here and move there

Then she made her way homeward with one star awake

As the swan in the evening moves over the lake