The faery beam upon you,
The stars to glisten on you,
A moon of light
In the noon of night
Till the firedrake hath o'er gone you.
The wheel of fortune guide you,
The boy with the bow beside you
Run aye in the way
Till the bird of day
And the luckier lot betide you.
The stars to glisten on you,
A moon of light
In the noon of night
Till the firedrake hath o'er gone you.
The wheel of fortune guide you,
The boy with the bow beside you
Run aye in the way
Till the bird of day
And the luckier lot betide you.
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