  Merrily the fairies march, In and out, Round about, Where toadstools in magic row Mark their course by moonlight glow. In and out, Round about, Waving music with their wands, Cheerful little vagabonds, Knowing nought of care or duty, Living but for play and beauty, Dancing in the moonshine hours, They will hide from sun and showers. No one seeks the fairies now, They’re forgotten with our joys, They’re forgotten with our toys, No one seeks the fairies now. |
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