My young love said to me, 'My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kine,'
She went away from me and this she did say
'It will not be long, love, till our wedding day.'
She went away from me and she moved through the fair
And slowly I watched her move here and move there
She went his way homeward with one star awake
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake
The people were saying no two were e'er wed
But one has 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
I dreamt last night that my young love came in
She came in so sweetly, her feet made no din;
She stepped up beside me, and this she did say
'It will not be long love, till our wedding day