The pride of the village and the fairest in the dell 
Is the queen of my song and her name is Fairy-Belle; 
The sound of her light step may be head upon the hill 
Like the fall of the snow-drop or the dripping of the rill, 

Chorus: 
Fairy-Belle, 
Gentle Fairy Belle, 
The star of the night and the lily of the day, 
Fairy Belle, 
The queen of the dell, 
Long may she revel on her bright sunny way. 

She sings to the meadows and she carrols to the streams, 
She laughs in the sunlight and smiles while in her dreams, 
Her hair like the thistle-down is bourn upon the air, 
And her heart like the humming-birds is free from ev'ry care. 

Her soft notes of melody around me sweetly fall, 
Her eye full of love is now beaming on my soul. 
The sound of that gentle voice, the glance of that eye, 
Surround me with rapture that no other heart could sigh.