Today the bluebells in the wood a purple carpet weave,
And here and there forget-me-nots a spot of azure leave.
The bracken fronds are all a-curl, and when the night is deep
A peal of fairy music soft the wooded glen will sweep.
So listen, little curly head, if you the tale would tell,
Of how you heard the fairy bells a-ringing in the dell.
A-ringing chimes and lullabies, all sweet and soft and low,
That sleepy little curly head to Blanket Fair may go.
Lullaby!