My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack in kind"
And she stepped away from me and this she did say
"It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day"

She stepped away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
And then she went homewards with one star awake
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake

The people were saying, no two e'er are wed
But one has a sorrow that never was said
And she smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear
And that is the last that I saw of my dear

Last night she came to me, she came softly in
So softly she came that her feet made no din
She laid her hand on me and this she did say
"It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day"