Far from the mountains that cleave the blue skies
Lies the fair hamlet of Fancy:
There dwell the maidens with flashing black eyes,
Charming with grace and piquancy.
Long are their joys.
For time never cloys
In the fair hamlet of Fancy,
In the fair hamlet of Fancy.

Hark! The music from the zithers falling!
Hark!
List the lovers for the dance are calling!
Hark!
Soft melodious rhythms sweet,
See, bewitching flashing feet;
In delicious caprice hearts enthralling.
Ah! Hark!
List the lovers for the dance are calling!
Ah!
The perfume laden zephyrs blow
O’er verdant vales when purple glow
Of languid twilight falling.
There life is rich with music bright,
And love is one supreme delight;
And love is one supreme delight
Of golden echoes, golden echoes calling.

Hark! The swains’ seductive pipes are blowing!
Hark!
Great the frolic, brisk the cadence flowing!
Hark!
Oh, the laughter ripples bright;
Hearts and voices ever light;
Look! the face of every maid is glowing!
Ah! Hark!
Ah! Come all ye weary who sigh for bright skies
Over the mountains to Fancy;
There dwell the maidens with flashing black eyes,
Charming with grace and piquancy.
Joys are sublime and life is divine,
Joys are sublime and life is divine
In the fair hamlet of Fancy, of Fancy,
In the fair hamlet of Fancy.
Ah!