1941 John McCormack, Gerald Moore. She Moved Thro’ the Fair (Old Irish Air)

She Moved Thro’ The Fair. Traditional from County Donagal; adapted by Padraic Colum. Arranged by Herbert Hughs (published 1909). Recorded June 25th, 1941.

His Master’s Voice D.A. 1813
OEA 9329

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She Moved Thro’ the Fair

My young love said to me,
"My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind."
Then she stepped away from me
And this she did say:
"It will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."

The people were saying,
No two e'er were wed
But one had a sorrow
That never was said
And I smiled as she passed
With her goods and her gear,
And that was the last
That I saw of my dear.

I dream’t it last night
That my dead love came in
So softly she came
That her feet made no din
She came close beside me
And this she did say
"It will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."