The fairy beam upon you,
	The stars to glister on you,
	  A moon of light
	  In the noon of night,
	Till the firedrake hath o'er-gone you.

	The wheel of fortue guide you,
	The boy with the bow beside you
	  Run aye in the way
	  Till the bird of day
	And the luckier lote betide you.

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