I learned this version from the singing of Trish Doss, the inimitable Ma Muldoon at the Minnesota Renaissance Festival's "Irish Cottage". Thanks, Ma!
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My love said to me, "my mother won't mind
And me father won't slight you for your lack of kine,"
Then she stepped close beside me, and this she did say,
"It will not be long, love, 'till our wedding day"
She stepped away from me and she moved through the faire
Where hand-clapping dealers' loud shouts rang the air
The sunlight about her did sparkle and play
Saying, It will not be long, love, 'till our wedding day
When dew falls on meadow and frost fills the night
And the glow on the greensward is half-rose, half-light
I'll steal from my casement and I'll run away
Then it will not be long, love, 'till our wedding day
I dreamt it last night that my true love came in
So softly she entered, her feet made no din
She laid her hand on me, and this she did say:
"It will not be long, now, 'till our wedding day"