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 stepped away from me and this she did say:
It will not be long, love, till our wedding day"
As she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
And then she turned homeward with one star awake
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake.

Last night she came to me, my dead love came in
So softly she entered her feet made no din
As she laid close beside me and this she did say
"It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day"