Spindlewood, spindlewood, will you lend me pray, A little flaming lantern to guide me on my way? The fairies all have vanished from the meadow and the glen, And I waould fain go seeking till I find them once again. Lend me now a latern that I may bear a light, To find the hidden pathways in the darkness of the light. Ashtree, ashtree, throw me, if you please, Throw me down a slender bunch of russet-gold keys, I fear the gates of Fairyland all be shut so fast That nothing but your magic keys will ever take me past. I'll tie them to my girld and as I go along, My heart will find a comfort in the tinkle of their song. Hollybush, hollybush, help me in my task, A pocketfull of berries is all the alms I ask, A pocketfull of berries to thread on golden strands, (I would not go a-visiting with nothing in my hands). So fine will be the rosy chains, so gay, so glossy bright, They'll set the realms of Fairyland all dancing with delight.