They bathe her in the crystal spring,
They set her down in open spaces sunny,
And weave her an enchanted ring;
They will not let her beauty die,
Her innocence and purity;
They sweeten her fair brow with kisses many,
And ever round her dance and sing.
O do you hear the merry waters falling,
In the mossy woods of Carr?
O do you hear the child's voice, calling, calling,