DANCING FOR A PRIZE
Three fairies by the SangamonWere dancing for a prize.The rascals were alike indeedAs they danced with drooping eyes.I gave the magic acornTo the one I loved the best,The imp that made me think of herMy heart’s eternal guest,My lady of the tea-rose, my lady far away,Queen of the fleets of No-Man’s-LandThat sail to old Cathay.How did the trifler hint of her?Ah, when the dance was doneThey begged me for the acorn,Laughing every one.Two had eyes of midnight,And one had golden eyes,And I gave the golden acornTo the scamp with golden eyes.Confessor Dandelion,My priest so grey and wiseWhispered when I gave itTo the girl with golden eyes:“She is like your Queen of GloryOn China’s holy strandWho drove the coiling dragonsLike doves before her hand.”
Three fairies by the SangamonWere dancing for a prize.The rascals were alike indeedAs they danced with drooping eyes.I gave the magic acornTo the one I loved the best,The imp that made me think of herMy heart’s eternal guest,My lady of the tea-rose, my lady far away,Queen of the fleets of No-Man’s-LandThat sail to old Cathay.How did the trifler hint of her?Ah, when the dance was doneThey begged me for the acorn,Laughing every one.Two had eyes of midnight,And one had golden eyes,And I gave the golden acornTo the scamp with golden eyes.Confessor Dandelion,My priest so grey and wiseWhispered when I gave itTo the girl with golden eyes:“She is like your Queen of GloryOn China’s holy strandWho drove the coiling dragonsLike doves before her hand.”
Three fairies by the SangamonWere dancing for a prize.The rascals were alike indeedAs they danced with drooping eyes.I gave the magic acornTo the one I loved the best,The imp that made me think of herMy heart’s eternal guest,My lady of the tea-rose, my lady far away,Queen of the fleets of No-Man’s-LandThat sail to old Cathay.How did the trifler hint of her?Ah, when the dance was doneThey begged me for the acorn,Laughing every one.Two had eyes of midnight,And one had golden eyes,And I gave the golden acornTo the scamp with golden eyes.Confessor Dandelion,My priest so grey and wiseWhispered when I gave itTo the girl with golden eyes:“She is like your Queen of GloryOn China’s holy strandWho drove the coiling dragonsLike doves before her hand.”
Three fairies by the Sangamon
Were dancing for a prize.
The rascals were alike indeed
As they danced with drooping eyes.
I gave the magic acorn
To the one I loved the best,
The imp that made me think of her
My heart’s eternal guest,
My lady of the tea-rose, my lady far away,
Queen of the fleets of No-Man’s-Land
That sail to old Cathay.
How did the trifler hint of her?
Ah, when the dance was done
They begged me for the acorn,
Laughing every one.
Two had eyes of midnight,
And one had golden eyes,
And I gave the golden acorn
To the scamp with golden eyes.
Confessor Dandelion,
My priest so grey and wise
Whispered when I gave it
To the girl with golden eyes:
“She is like your Queen of Glory
On China’s holy strand
Who drove the coiling dragons
Like doves before her hand.”