Отсутствует (исполнитель: Неизвестен)
Up the airy mountain Down [bad word] glen, Bridget walks a-chanting Not heeding little men; By the craggy hill-side, Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorn trees For pleasure here and there. [bad word] stealing people On cold starry nights, Make them sup with Queen And drink forgetfulness. Bridget stepped the circle seven years long; When she came down again Her friends were all gone. Sa tao fiose, Ale-ar, ale-ar, ale-ar Sa fols intolio-o Ale-ar, ale-ar Down along willowy banks Bridget’s new home, Scarlet berries, crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain-lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake. They took her lightly back Between the night and morrow; They thought she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow. They have kept her ever since Deep within the lake, On a bed of fled leaves, Waiting till she wakes. Will she ever wake? - No! Will she ever wake? - No! Will she ever wake? - No! Faeries stole Bridget...