Come away, elves! while the dew is sweet, Come to the dingles where fairies meet; Know that the lilies have spread their bells O'er all the pools in our forest dells; Catching the sunshine through leaves that throw To their scented bosoms an emerald glow; Come away; under boughs we'll float, Making those urns each a fairy boat; And we'll send out wild music so sweet and low, It shall seem from the bright flower's heart to flow.
Fairyland. Five Songs
by Cecil Burleigh (1885 - 1980)
1. Water‑Lilies  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1793 - 1835)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Song of the Water Sprite  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
I love the sun, I love the moon So fair to see; I love the twinkling stars, And they love me; We hear, in each cool sparry cave, Plaint melody Sung by the mermaids of the wave, Aeolianly!
Authorship:
- by Andrew James Symington (1825 - 1898)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. Elf of the Woodlands  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Now he stops -- Now he hops -- Now cautiously trips! On tip-toe, And slip-toe He scuttles and skips; Along the grass gliding, Half dancing, half sliding, Oft stooping, half hiding -- Then bolt upright he walks, And whispering talks To himself, Pretty elf; And quaint sounds he utters, Till close to the shutters Of the cot that's still sleeping, He climbs up close, peeping, And pokes in each crevice his sharp little nose; Till one shutter creaks, And opening squeaks, And the elfin dances and crows! And through the cracked pane -- In he goes!
Authorship:
- by Richard Henry Horne (1802 - 1884)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. The Fairy Nurse  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Sweet babe! a golden cradle holds thee, And soft the snow-white fleece enfolds thee; In airy bower I'll watch thy sleeping, Where branchy trees to the breeze are sweeping. Shuheen sho, lulo lo! Rest, thee, babe! for soon thy slumbers Shall flee at the magic Koelshie's numbers; In airy bower I'll watch thy sleeping, Where branchy trees to the breeze are sweeping. Shuheen sho, lulo lo!
Authorship:
- by Edward Walsh (1805 - 1850)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]5. Robin Good‑Fellow  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
From Oberin, in fairye land, The king of the ghosts and shadows there, Mad Robin I, at his command, Am sent to view the night sports here. What revell rout Is kept about, In every corner where I go, I will o'er-see, And merry be, And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho! More swift than lightning can I flye About this aery welkin soone, And in a minute's space, descrye Each thing that's done below the moone. There's not a hag Or ghost shall wag Or cry, "Ware Goblins!" where I go, But Robin I Their feates will spy, And send them home, with ho, ho, ho!
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 383