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PRINCE OF THE FAIRIES
Over the mountains, happy and bold,
The Prince of the Fairies a-wooing came
With a ring and a brooch and a crown of gold,
And a heart of the same, a heart of the same!
And each of them, all of them, every one
He would lay at her feet
If he only could meet
The loveliest maiden under the sun.
The Prince of the Fairies a-wooing came
With a ring and a brooch and a crown of gold,
And a heart of the same, a heart of the same!
And each of them, all of them, every one
He would lay at her feet
If he only could meet
The loveliest maiden under the sun.
They hated him heartily, burghers and peers;
For the merchants' daughters were ready to die
And the queens of the earth would have given their ears
For a touch of his hand or a glance of his eye:
But he laughed and he said to them every one,
“Now, by yea and by nay,
I have nothing to say
Except to the loveliest under the sun.”
For the merchants' daughters were ready to die
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For a touch of his hand or a glance of his eye:
But he laughed and he said to them every one,
“Now, by yea and by nay,
I have nothing to say
Except to the loveliest under the sun.”
Back o'er the mountains, hardly so bold,
The Prince of the Fairies lamenting came,
Till he met in the way with her curls of gold
And her heart of the same, her heart of the same,
A damsel a-watching her geese every one:
“Lo,” he shouted, “my queen!
For at last I have seen
The loveliest maiden under the sun!”
The Prince of the Fairies lamenting came,
Till he met in the way with her curls of gold
And her heart of the same, her heart of the same,
A damsel a-watching her geese every one:
“Lo,” he shouted, “my queen!
For at last I have seen
The loveliest maiden under the sun!”
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