| I'm almost out of
breath, I really fear the North Wind Intends to be my death. |
| I'll bid him treat you
kindly; He should not be so rough; He's getting much too boisterous, I know that well enough. You're all here now but East Wind I'll call for him again. |
| The East Wind says his health
demands A little snow or rain. |
| Well, well, just tell the
storm clouds To send us rain or snow. |
| Well done! Now are you
ready Upon your way to go? For some one must be bidding Knight Rupert come this way, To give the German children Their presents, Christmas day. And then there's old Babousca— In Russia she'll be found; Kriss Kringle and St. Nicholas, They, too, must both be round. |
| We know where each one
liveth, Full soon they shall appear. We go to do your bidding. Farewell, farewell, Old Year. (Exit Heralds. Enter Fairies) |
| Bless me! what little
people! (Speaks to first one.) Why, who are you, my dear? I ne'er before have seen you. What are you doing here? |
| Oh, we are little
fairies From out the ether blue. Here is a Christmas posy We are bringing unto you. And the initial letters Will a starry chaplet make. Each trusts you will receive it, And wear it for her sake. |
| This is for Cypress. | |
| Second Fairy: | And this for Holly. |
| Third Fairy: | And this for Rose of Jericho. |
| Fourth Fairy: | And this for Ivy. |
| Fifth Fairy: | And this for Speedwell. |
| Sixth Fairy: | And this for Thyme. |
| Seventh Fairy: | And this for Mistletoe. |
| Eighth Fairy: | And this for the quivering Aspen. |
| Ninth Fairy: | And this for Star of Bethlehem. |