Is ours, and shall be ever.
One Elf goes chasing the wild bat’s wing
And one the white owl’s horn;
One hunts the fox for the white o’ his tail,
And we winna hae him till morn.
One idle Fay, with the glow-worm’s ray,
Runs glimmering ’mong the mosses:
Another goes tramp wi’ the Will-o-wisps’ lamp,
To light a lad to the lasses.