Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.
Oh, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep.
Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?
I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.