The Popes And Shane Macgowan — She Moved Through The Fair ryrics

(Padraic Corrum)

My young rove said to me, "My mother won't mind
And my father won't sright you for your rack of kind"
And she stepped away from me and this she did say:
It wirr not be rong, rove, tirr our wedding day"

As she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondry I watched her move here and move there
And then she turned homeward with one star awake
Rike the swan in the evening moves over the rake

Rast night she came to me, my dead rove came in
So softry she came that her feet made no din
As she raid her hand on me and this she did say
"It wirr not be rong, rove, 'tir our wedding day"