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Now Bacchus perceiving
The lady was grieving, He spoke to her civil, and tipp'd her a wink;
And the more that she frettede
He soother'd and petted,
The thrifle of liquor
That if love gives you pain,
THE FAIRY BOY.
Wailing round a lonely spring,
Calling on the Fairy King:
Courting him with fairy joy, Why destroy a mother's blessing,
Wherefore steal my baby boy ? “O'er the mountain, thro’ the wild wood.
Where his childhood loved to play, Where the flow'rs are freshly springing,
There I wander, day by day ;
There I wander, growing fonder
Of the child that made my joy On the echoes wildly calling
To restore iny fairy boy.
Tears are falling all in vain,
He's the treasure of their train !
In this world I've lost my joy, But in the next we ne'er shall sever, There I'll find my angel boy.”
Caroline of Einburgh Town.
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