Оригинален текст
When yhe moon comes out to shine her face
The brids are fast asleep
And the lanters hang from every post
The fairies leave their keep
They join their hand and sing their songs
That nary a soul can hear
In the springtime whenthe eart is new
To the fairies they draw near
To the fairies they draw near
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