My own love said to me, "My father won't mind,
And my brothers won't slight you for your lack of kyne (or kind)."
She went away from me and this she did say:
"It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day."

She went away from me and she moved through the fair,
And I watched her go fondly, moving here and there.
She went her way from me with one star awake,
As the swan in the evening moved out o'er the lake.

The people were saying, "No two ever were wed,
That one has a secret that cannot be said."
She went her way from me with her goods and her gear,
And that was the last that I saw of my dear.

I dreamed last night that my own love came in.
She came in so sweetly her feet made no din.
She lay down beside me and this she did say:
"No, it will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day."

That's the way I learned it....

;-)g'chik