My young love said to me my father won’t mind 
And my mother won’t slight you for your lack of kind 
Then she moved closer to me and this she did say 
It will not be long till our wedding day 

Then she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair 
And fondly I watched her move here and go there 
Then she made her way homeward with one star awake 
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake 

Last night she came to me, she softly crept in 
So softly she came that her feet made no din 
Then she lay her hand on me and this she did say 
It will not be long long long love till our weeding day