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 laid her hand on me and this she did say
  "Oh, it will not be long, lord, till our wedding day"
  And she went away from me and moved through the fair
  And fondly I watched her move here and move there
  And then she went onward, just 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 came that her feet made no din
  And she laid her hand on me and this she did say
  "Oh, it will not be long, lord, till our wedding day"