Thomas Haynes Bayly

She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.

She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
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Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
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But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.

And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
And keeping their Christmas holiday.

And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
And keeping their Christmas holiday.