ENCHANTED TULIPS

ENCHANTED TULIPS

Tulips white and tulips red,Sweeter than a violet bed!Say, old Mother Bailey, say,Why your tulips look so gay,Why they smell so sweet and whyThey bloom when others die?"By the pixies' magic powerDo my tulips always flower,By the pixies' magic spellDo they give so sweet a smell!Tulips, tulips, red and white,Fill the pixies with delight."Pixie women, pixie men,Seek my tulips from the glen;Midnight comes, they may be heardSinging sweet as any bird,Singing their wee babes to restIn the tulips they love best!"

Tulips white and tulips red,Sweeter than a violet bed!Say, old Mother Bailey, say,Why your tulips look so gay,Why they smell so sweet and whyThey bloom when others die?"By the pixies' magic powerDo my tulips always flower,By the pixies' magic spellDo they give so sweet a smell!Tulips, tulips, red and white,Fill the pixies with delight."Pixie women, pixie men,Seek my tulips from the glen;Midnight comes, they may be heardSinging sweet as any bird,Singing their wee babes to restIn the tulips they love best!"

Tulips white and tulips red,Sweeter than a violet bed!Say, old Mother Bailey, say,Why your tulips look so gay,Why they smell so sweet and whyThey bloom when others die?

Tulips white and tulips red,

Sweeter than a violet bed!

Say, old Mother Bailey, say,

Why your tulips look so gay,

Why they smell so sweet and why

They bloom when others die?

"By the pixies' magic powerDo my tulips always flower,By the pixies' magic spellDo they give so sweet a smell!Tulips, tulips, red and white,Fill the pixies with delight.

"By the pixies' magic power

Do my tulips always flower,

By the pixies' magic spell

Do they give so sweet a smell!

Tulips, tulips, red and white,

Fill the pixies with delight.

"Pixie women, pixie men,Seek my tulips from the glen;Midnight comes, they may be heardSinging sweet as any bird,Singing their wee babes to restIn the tulips they love best!"

"Pixie women, pixie men,

Seek my tulips from the glen;

Midnight comes, they may be heard

Singing sweet as any bird,

Singing their wee babes to rest

In the tulips they love best!"

Maud Keary.


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