They're sleeping beneath the roses
Oh! kiss them before they rise,
And tickle their tinynoses,
And sprinkle the dew on their eyes.
Make haste, make haste;
The faires arecaught;
We'll put them in silver cages,
And send them full-dress'd to court,
And maids of honor and pages
Shall turnthe poor things to sport.
Be quick, be quick;
Be quicker than thought;
Their scarves shall be pennons for lancers,
We'll tie up our flowers with theircurls,
Their plumes will male fans fordancers,
Their tears shall be set with pearls.
Be wise, be wise;
Make the most of the prize;
They'll scatter sweet scents by winking,
With sparks from under their feet;
They'll save us the trouble of thinking,
Their voices sound so sweet.
Oh stay, oh stay:
They're up and away: