If I were a fairy king,
(Swinging high, swinging low,)
I would give to you a ring,
(Swinging oh!)
With a diamond set so bright
That the shining of its light
Should make morning of the night,
(Swinging high, swinging low,)
Should make morning of the night.
(Swinging oh!)
On each ringlet as it fell
(Swinging high, swinging low,)
I would tie a golden bell;
(Swinging oh!)
And the golden bells would chime
In a little merry rhyme,
In the merry summer-time,--
(Swinging high, swinging low,)
In the happy summer-time.
(Swinging oh!)
You should wear a satin gown
(Swinging high, swinging low,)
All with ribbons falling down;
(Swinging oh!)
And your little darling feet,
Oh, my Pretty and my Sweet,
Should be shod with silver neat,--
(Swinging high, swinging low,)
Shod with silver slippers neat.
(Swinging oh!)
All the flowers in the land
(Swinging high, swinging low,)
You should hold in either hand;
(Swinging oh!)
And the myrtle and the rose
Should spring up beneath your toes,
For to gratify your nose,--
(Swinging high, swinging low,)
For to gratify your nose.
(Swinging oh!)
But I'm not a fairy, Pet,
(Swinging high, swinging low,)
Am not even a king as yet;
(Swinging oh!)
So all that I can do
Is to kiss your little shoe,
And to make a queen of you,--
(Swinging high, swinging low,)
Make a fairy queen of you.
(Swinging oh!)