The Fairies

Lyrics

They're sleeping beneath the roses Oh! kiss them before they rise And tickle their tiny noses And sprinkle the dew on their eyes Make haste, make haste; The fairies are caught; Make haste We'll put them in silver cages And send them full-dress'd to court And maids of honour and pages Shall turn the poor things to sport Be quick, be quick; Be quicker than thought; Bе quick Their scarves shall be pеnnons for lancers We'll tie up our flowers with their curls Their plumes will make fans for dancers Their tears shall be set with pearls Be wise, be wise; Make the most of the prize; Be wise They'll scatter sweet scents by winking With sparks from under their feet; They'll save us the trouble of thinking Their voices will sound so sweet Oh stay, oh stay: They're up and away: Oh stay!