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She Moved through the Faire

Irish ballad
arr. Timothy C. Takach
Published: Neil A Kjos Music Company

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,
'Til our wedding day.”

She stepped away from me
And she went through the fair.
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there.
And then she went homeward
With one star awake.
As the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake.

Last night she came to me.
She came softly in.
So softly she came
That her feet made no din.
And she laid her hand on me
And this she did say,
“It will not be long, love,
‘Til our wedding day."

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