THE PHYNODDEREE
Ho! Ho! the Phynodderee!
Swinging by himself in the Tramman Tree.
I once was lord of a fairy clan,
But I loved a lass in the Isle of Man;
Her eyes were like the shallows of the mountain stream,
Her hair was like the cornfield's golden gleam
Her voice was like the ringdove's, soft and slow,
Her smile was like the sunbeam's—come and go;
But alas and alack-a-day!
The jealous fairy maids stole my love away.
And now I'm all alone in the Tramman Tree.
Swinging by myself in the Tramman Tree.
Alas and alack-a-day!
Ho! ho! the Phynodderee!
Swinging by himself in the Tramman Tree.
I was once a prince in the fairy land,
But I failed to come at the kings command;
His wrath was like the thunder in the mountain gills,
His eyes were like the lightning on the lone dark hills;
His voice was like the raging of the boiling tide,
As he hurled me down to the earth to bide,
And alas and alack-a-day!
The whole night long I must work away
Till daylight sends me up to the Tramman Tree,
Swinging by myself in the Tramman Tree.
Alas and alack-a-day
