Heigho, My Dearie

Moonbeam floateth from the skies,

Whispering: "Heigho, my dearie;

I would spin a web before your eyes—

A beautiful web of silver light

Wherein is many a wondrous sight

Of a radiant garden leagues away,

Where the softly tinkling lilies sway

And the snow-white lambkins are at play—.

Heigho, my dearie!"

A brownie stealeth from the vine,

Singing: "Heigho, my dearie;

And will you hear this song of mine—

A song of the land of murk and mist

Where bideth the bud the dew hath kist?

Then let the moonbeam's web of light

Be spun before thee silvery white,

And I shall sing the livelong night—

Heigho, my dearie!"

The night wind speedeth from the sea,

Murmuring: "Heigho, my dearie;

I bring a mariner's prayer for thee;

So let the moonbeam veil thine eyes,

And the brownie sing thee lullabies—

But I shall rock thee to and fro,

Kissing the brow he  loveth so.

And the prayer shall guard thy bed, I trow—

Heigho, my dearie!"