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Hazel Whyte
| She Moved Through The Fair |
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| Scottish Songs and Celtic Ballads |
| She Moved Through the Fair My young love said to me , my mother won't mind And my father won't slight you for your lack of kine And she moved her way from me these words she did say It will not be long love until our wedding day All the people were saying that no two were ever wed, And that one has the sorrow that never was said. She moved her way from me with her goods and her gear, But that was the last time that I saw my dear. And she moved her way from me, and she moved through the fair So fondly I watched her move here and move there As she moved homeward just one star awake Like a swan in the evening moves over the lake I dreamt it last night that my dead love came in So softly she came her feet made no din She sat close beside me, and this she did say Oh, it will not be long love until our wedding day |
| Modern and Traditional Folk Music |
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