{t:She Moved Through the Fair}
{st:Padraic Collum}


My [A]young love said to me my [G]mother won't [A]mind
And my [G]father won't [A]slight you for [G]your lack of [A]kind
And she [G]laid her hand [A]on me and [G]this is she did [A]say
It [G]will not be [A]long, love, till [G]our wedding [A]day


And she [A]stepped away from me and she [G]moved through the [A]fair
And [G]fondly I [A]watched her move [G]here and move [A]there
And [G]then she turned [A]homeward with [G]one star a[A]wake
Like a [G]swan in the [A]evening moves [G]over the [A]lake


The [A]people were saying no two [G]e'er were [A]wed
But [G]one had a [A]sorrow that [G]never was [A]said
And she [G]smiled as she [A]passed me with her [G]goods and her [A]gear
And [G]that was the [A]last that I [G]saw of my [A]dear



Last [A]night she came to me my [G]dead love came [A]in
So [G]softly she [A]came that her [G]feet made no [A]din
And she [G]laid her hand [A]on me and [G]this she did say[A]
Oh, it [G]will not be [A]long, love, till [G]our wedding [A]day