My young love said to me, ‘My brothers won't 
    mind
And my parents won't slight you for your lack of 
    kind.’
Then she stepped away from me and this she did 
    say,
‘It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."

She stepped away from me and she moved 
    through the fair,
And fondly I watched her go here and go there,
Then she went her 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 had 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 it last night that my young love came in,
So softly she entered, her feet made no din;
She came close beside me, and this she did say,
‘It will not be long, love, till our wedding day.’