And set the cherry-boughs a-dancing.
How low he bent his handsome head
Before the fairy girl, and said "—
Sheep: Ba-a, ba-a! Who the day so sweetly
passes
As a lamb who never stops,
But from dawn to twilight crops
Clover-heads and dewy grasses?
"Well, by and by I think I'll be
A fairy prince as brave as he: