I'll be a fairy and drink the dew
And creep throw' the honied flowers,
And sleep in the Violets tender blue
And dance in the sunny hours.

My music shall be soft low gales
That sigh thro' the dark green trees
And Heav'ns breath swell the gossamer sails
With which I swim the breeze.

I'll be a Fairy and sip the dew
And gather sweets from honied flow'rs and dance
And I will hold a fairy court
And I will call each slumb'ring lay
And wild and gaily will we sport
As the twilight fades away.