THE FAIRY FOSTER-MOTHER
Go not into the meadow, Ailie,
Under the June moon!
Fairies in the shadow, Ailie,
Croon a sad tune.
And their great King is sad, Ailie,
With his head into his hands.
For his delicate little lad, Ailie,
Far off in fairy lands.
Under the June moon!
Fairies in the shadow, Ailie,
Croon a sad tune.
And their great King is sad, Ailie,
With his head into his hands.
For his delicate little lad, Ailie,
Far off in fairy lands.
He thinks on his dead wife, Ailie,
And heaves many a sigh.
She gave her babe her life, Ailie,
And never said good-bye.
And the little son like silk, Ailie,
Is dwindling every day
For mother's love and milk, Ailie,
Ailie, come away!
And heaves many a sigh.
She gave her babe her life, Ailie,
And never said good-bye.
And the little son like silk, Ailie,
Is dwindling every day
For mother's love and milk, Ailie,
Ailie, come away!
Run home, Ailie asthore,
To your own little one!
Your husband stands at the door,
And shades his eyes from the sun,
And calls you home from the cows.
Ailie, his pride and joy,
Star of the home and house,
To the fine husband and boy!
To your own little one!
Your husband stands at the door,
And shades his eyes from the sun,
And calls you home from the cows.
Ailie, his pride and joy,
Star of the home and house,
To the fine husband and boy!
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