“Fair Fia, gird thy kirtle green, To fare afar, our Faery Queen; Fair Fia, gird thy kirtle green, So silken-fine, of magic sheen:

“Let all thy golden hair fall down, For wearing o’ the Faery Crown, And swift slip on thy silver shoon, To fare away with us eftsoon!

“All we, Wee People o’ the Wood, We watched thy merry maidenhood; All we, Wee People o’ the Wood, We waited in thy neighborhood,

“That we might lead thee by the hand To our bright realm, To-morrow Land: And ho, the forest green for us, And thou, the only Queen for us!”