作曲 : Traditional
My young love said to me, 
My mother won't mind 
And my father won't slight you 
For your lack of kind. 
She stepped away from me 
And this she did say, "It will not be long love Till our wedding day". 
She went away from me 
And she moved through the fair 
And fondly 
I watched her move here 
And move there. 
And she went her way homeward 
With one star awake, 
As the swan in the evening 
Moved o'er the lake. 
Last night 
I did dream, 
That my love came in. 
And so quietly she entered, 
That her feet made no din. 
And she laid her hands on me 
And this she did say, "It will not be long love Till our wedding day".