The version of the lyrics I recall, from Anne Briggs' recording:

My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kine."
Then she laid her hand on me, and this she did say:
"Oh, it will not be long, love, til our wedding day."

She laid her hand on me, and she moved through the fair.
And fondly I watched her move here and move there.
Then she laid her hand on me, and this she did say:
"Oh, it will not be long, love, til our wedding day."

Last night she came to me, my dead love came in.
And so softly she came, her feet made no din.
Then she laid her hand on me, and this she did say:
"Oh, it will not be long, love, til our wedding day."

Though I must admit I always heard the second line as "And my father once liked you...", until I came here and read the correct ones, which do make more sense.