And what have ye come to bring,
Ye wee little scrap of a thing?
Sure 'tis a long way down from the ceiling,
A long way down for to swing.

And you, an atom so small,
How found ye the way at all?
Sure, 'tis a long way down from the  ceiling,
A long way down for to fall.

Small wizard, ye came to me,
Saying 'Good hope for thee!
Sure, 'tis a long, long night has no morning,
With no fresh dawn for to see!'

And that's what ye came to bring,
Ye wee little scrap of a thing!
Sure, all the long way down from the ceiling,
Such a long way down for to swing.