My own love said to me "My mother won't mind.
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind".
He went away from me and this he did say,
"It will not be long, love, 'till our wedding day".
He went away from me and he moved through the fair,
And slowly I watched him move here and move there,
He went his way homeward with one star awake,
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.
I dreamed last night that my own love came in,
He came in so sweetly his feet made no din,
He came close beside me and this he did say,
"It will not be long, love 'till our wedding day".
