She moved through the Fair

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

And my father won't slight

For your lack of kind."And she stepped away from

And this she did say:"It will not be long, love,

Till our wedding day."As she stepped away from

And she moved through the

And fondly I watched

Move here and move

And then she turned

With one star

Like the swan in the

Moves over the lake.

The people were saying,

No two e'er were

But one had a

That never was

And I smiled as she

With her goods and her gear,

And that was the

That I saw of my dear.

Last night she came to me,

My dead love came

So softly she

That her feet made no

As she laid her hand on

And this she did say"It will not be long, love,

Till our wedding day."