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.

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