[As All Beneath Yon Aged Oak I Stray'd]
As all beneath yon aged oak I stray'd,
The merry Fays in dazzling sheen array'd
'Gan tune their Roundelay;
Whilst all about the sacred ground
Was heard the sweetly solemn Sound:
" Come, mortals, come away"
The merry Fays in dazzling sheen array'd
'Gan tune their Roundelay;
Whilst all about the sacred ground
Was heard the sweetly solemn Sound:
" Come, mortals, come away"
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