Dear delight

Youngling fair, and dear delight,

'Tis love hath thee in keeping.

Green are the hills in morning light

A long adieu to weeping.

The elfin folk sing shrill-a-ring,

The children afield are straying;

Dance, too, dance, thou tiny lovely thing,

For all the world's a-maying.

Droop will the shadows of the night,

Quiet be thy sleeping.

Thou youngling fair, and dear delight,

'Tis love hath thee in keeping.