You must let him freely say
If he’ll mortal be, or fay.
Mother. Be it so, I have no fear,
Only bring my laddie here.
[The Fairies return, with the boy. As they come out on the grass they make a circle about him, and repeat, with one change, their earlier song:]
Little mortal, clad in green,
You who have the fairies seen,
Come and join us in our play!
Come! We’ll take you far away!
Over hill and over dale,