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Samuel Arnold
(1740 - 1802)
We fays and fairies live unseen
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Published in "A collection of new glees composed by John Sale..." London, c.1800. It is not clear whether lyricist and composer are one and the same. The text is attributed to "Mr Arnold", at a time when the composer was invariably referred to as Dr Arnold.
Lyrics: "Mr Arnold"
We fays and fairies live unseen,
Or sporting on the new-mown green.
From off the rose's thorny lip
Ambrosial dews and sweets we sip,
Steal the honey from the bee,
Dive for coral from the sea,
Suck the sweets from ev'ry flow'r,
Moisten'd by the evening hour.
On the moon's light beams we sit,
Thro' the air on bat's wing flit,
Till the cock proclaims the day.
Hark, now he crows "Come away".
We fays and fairies live unseen,
Or sporting on the new-mown green.
From off the rose's thorny lip
Ambrosial dews and sweets we sip,
Steal the honey from the bee,
Dive for coral from the sea,
Suck the sweets from ev'ry flow'r,
Moisten'd by the evening hour.
On the moon's light beams we sit,
Thro' the air on bat's wing flit,
Till the cock proclaims the day.
Hark, now he crows "Come away".