Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy glen
Bridget walks a-chanting
Not heeding little men
By the craggy hill-side
Through the mosses bare
They have planted thorn trees
For pleasure here and there
They come stealing people
On cold starry nights
Make them sup with Queen
And drink forgetfulness
Bridget stepped the circle
Seven years long
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone
Sa tao fiose
Ale-ar, ale-ar, ale-ar
Sa fols intolio-o
Ale-ar, ale-ar
Down along willowy banks
Bridget's new home
Scarlet berries, crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake
With frogs for their watch-dogs
All night awake
They took her lightly back
Between the night and morrow
They thought she was fast asleep
But she was dead with sorrow
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake
On a bed of flag leaves
Waiting till she wake
Will she ever wake? No
Will she ever wake? No
Will she ever wake? No
Faeries stole Bridget