To The Fairies They Draw Near

When the moon 
Comes up 
To the shine 
Come face
The birds 
Are fast asleep
When 
The lanters hang 
From mavery post
The fairies 
Leave the keep 
They each 
Join their hands 
And sing the songs 
The narrie 
A soul can hear 
In the 
Spring time 
When the youth 
Is new 
To the fairies 
They draw near 
To the fairies 
They draw near