Traditional Scottish Folk
She Moved Through The Fair
My love own to me
My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind
And laid his hand on me
And this he did say
It will not be long, love
Till our wedding day
He turned away from me
And he moved through the fair
And fondly I watched him
Move here and move there
And then he turned homeward
With one star awake
I as a swan in the evening
Moves over the lake
Last night he came to me
My young love came in
So softly he came
That his feet made no din
And laid his hand on me
And this he did say
It will not be long, love
Till our wedding day