This drinks all day and will not rest--
My little babe had hair so light--
And his is growing dark as night.

Yon evil day when I would leave
My little babe the stook behind!--
The fairies coming home at eve
Upon an eddy of the wind,
Would cast their eyes with envy deep
Upon my heart's-love in his sleep.

What holy woman will ye find
To weave a spell and work a charm?
A holy woman, pure and kind,
Who'll keep my little babe from harm--
Who'll make the evil changeling flee,
And bring my sweet one back to me?




MY FAIRY LOVER.


My fairy lover, my fairy lover,
My fair, my rare one, come back to me--
All night I'm sighing, for thee I'm crying,
I would be dying, my love, for thee.

Thine eyes were glowing like blue-bells blowing,