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A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child
A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.
Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid! We will lead you hand in hand By the willows in the glade, By the gorse on the high land,
By the pasture where the lambs Shall awake with lonely bleat, Shivering closer to their dams From the rustling of our feet.
You will with the banshee chat, And will find her good at heart, Sitting on a warm smooth mat In the green hill's inmost part.
We will bring a crown of gold Bending humbly every knee, Now thy great white doll to hold -- Oh, so happy would we be!
Ah it is so very big, And we are so very small! So we dance a fairy jig To the fiddle's rise and fall.
Yonder see the fairy girls All their jealousy display, Lift their chins and toss their curls, Lift their chins and turn away.
See you, brother, Cranberry Fruit -- He! ho! ho! the merry blade! -- Hugs and pets and pats yon newt, Teasing every wilful maid.
Girl Fairies: Lead they one with foolish care, Deafening us with idle sound -- One whose breathing shakes the air, One whose footfall shakes the ground.
Come you, Coltsfoot, Mousetail, come! Come I know where, far away, Owls there be whom age makes numb; Come and tease them till the day.
Puffed like puff-balls on a tree, Scoff they at the modern earth -- Ah! how large mice used to be In their days of youthful mirth!
Come, beside a sandy lake, Feed a fire with stems of grass; Roasting berries steam and shake -- Talking hours swiftly pass!
Long before the morning fire Wake the larks upon the green. Yonder foolish ones will tire Of their tall, new-fangled queen.
They will lead her home again To the orchard-circled farm; At the house of weary men Raise the door-pin with alarm,
And come kneeling on one knee, While we shake our heads and scold This their wanton treachery, And our slaves be as of old.
A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.
Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid! We will guide you closely By the willows in the clearing, By the gorse on the high ground,
By the pasture where the lambs Will wake with a lonely bleat, Cuddling closer to their mothers From the sound of our footsteps.
You will chat with the banshee, And find her kind-hearted, Sitting on a warm, smooth mat In the deepest part of the green hill.
We will bring a crown of gold, Bending down humbly, Now to hold your great white doll -- Oh, how happy we would be!
Ah, it is so very big, And we are so very small! So we dance a fairy jig To the rise and fall of the fiddle.
Look over there at the fairy girls Showing all their jealousy, Lifting their chins and tossing their curls, Lifting their chins and turning away.
See you, brother, Cranberry Fruit -- He! ho! ho! the merry fellow! -- Hugs and pets and pats the newt, Teasing every willful girl.
Girl Fairies: They lead one with foolish care, Deafening us with their idle noise -- One whose breathing shakes the air, One whose footsteps shake the ground.
Come you, Coltsfoot, Mousetail, come! Come, I know where, far away, There are owls made numb by age; Come and tease them until dawn.
Puffed like puffballs on a tree, They scoff at the modern world -- Ah! how big mice used to be In their days of youthful joy!
Come, beside a sandy lake, Feed a fire with grass stems; Roasting berries steam and shake -- Talking for hours quickly passes!
Long before the morning fire Wakes the larks on the green. Those foolish ones will tire Of their tall, new-fangled queen.
They will lead her home again To the farm surrounded by orchards; At the house of weary men Raise the door-pin with alarm,
And come kneeling on one knee, While we shake our heads and scold This their wanton treachery, And our slaves be as before.