Full Lyrics
From Oberon, in Fairy land,
The King of ghosts and shadows there,
We Faries all, at his command,
Are sent to view the nightsports here.
What revel rout is kept about
In ev'ry corner where we go!
We will o'ersee, and merry be,
And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho!
where lads and lasses merry be,
With possets and with junkets fine,
Unseen of all the company,
We'll eat their cakes and sip their wine.
O then what sport! the wine runs short,
The blushing cheeks with anger glow:
Their cakes they miss, and shriek, who's this?
We answer nought, but ho, ho, ho!
By wells and rills, in meadows green,
We nightly dance our heyday guise;
And to our Fairy King and Queen,
We chant our moonlight minstrelsies.
Fiends! Ghosts! and Sprites! who haunt the nights,
The Hags and Goblins do us know;
And Beldames old our feats have told;
So frolic it with ho, ho, ho!
