My young love said to me, " My brothers won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind"
Then she turned her head to me and this she did say
" It will not be long, love, till our wedding day"
She turned away from me and she moved through the fair
And I watched her so swiftly move here and move there
Then she turned away homeward with one star awake
Like a swan in the evening moves over the lake
Last night, I did dream that my dead love come in
So softly she entered that her feet made no din
And she turned her head to me and this she did say
" It will not be long, love, till our wedding day "