Faeries stole bridget - Caprice

Up the airy mountain

Down the rushy glen,

Bridget walks a-chanting

Not heeding little men;

By the craggy hill-side,

Through the mosses bare,

They have planted thorn trees

For pleasure here and there.

They come stealing people

On cold starry nights,

Make them sup with Queen

And drink forgetfulness.

Bridget stepped the circle

seven years long;

When she came down again

Her friends were all gone.

Sa tao fiose,

Ale-ar, ale-ar, ale-ar

Sa fols intolio-o

Ale-ar, ale-ar

Down along willowy banks

Bridget’s new home,

Scarlet berries, crispy pancakes

Of yellow tide-foam;

Some in the reeds

Of the black mountain-lake,

With frogs for their watch-dogs,

All night awake.

They took her lightly back

Between the night and morrow;

They thought she was fast asleep,

But she was dead with sorrow.

They have kept her ever since

Deep within the lake,

On a bed of fled leaves,

Waiting till she wakes.

Will she ever wake?

— No!

Will she ever wake?

— No!

Will she ever wake?

— No!

Faeries stole Bridget…