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My young love said to me
My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind
And she stepp'd away from me
And this she did say
Oh it will not be long love
Till our wedding day
Then she stepp'd away from me
And she move through the fair
And fondly I watch'd her
Move here and move there
And then she went home ward
With one star awake
As the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake
Last night she came to me
And she came softly in
So softly she came
That her feet made no din
And she placed her hand on me
And this she did say
Oh it will not be long love
Till our wedding day
She Moved Thro' The Fair - Josef Locke & Orchestra