Tuesday, 20 May 2025

She Moves Through The Fair [Traditional]

 My young love said to me

My mother don't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind
And she laid her hand on me
And this she did say
It will not be long, love
Till our wedding day

And she went away from me
And moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
And then she went homeward
Just one star awake
Like a swan in the evening
Glides over the lake

The people were saying
No two e'er were wed
But one had a sorrow
That never was said
And I smiled as she passed
With her goods and her gear
And that was the last
That I saw of my dear

Last night she came to me
My dead love came in
So softly she came
That her feet made no din
And she laid her hand on me
And this she did say
It will not be long, love
Till our wedding day

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