SECOND MOVEMENT.
The Elves! the tiny tricksy Elves i
They love to treat their dainty selves,
To dancing' in the night-time.
'Tis twelve o'clock—the fairy hour?
For hark! the sounds from yonder tow'n
Inform me that's the right time.
Here comes the laughing, rabble rout;
See, see—they frisk around, about,
In every kind of antic.
And there's the king—the queen—the court—
The clergy, and the common sort—
All absolutely frantic.
My goodness gracious, here's a game!
I'm so delighted that I came
To brood upon my sorrow.
A melancholy muff I've been;
But, after this delightful scene,
I 'll come again to-morrow.