| Lady of the woodlands, come dance in this rhythm entwined
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| I’m steady on my feet, though my head stands on bottles of wine
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| The night is young you know I’m doing fine
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| How now my love, why is your cheek so pale
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| How chance the roses do face?
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| The course of true love’s never smooth
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| So now what’s the use of chanting faint hymns to a cold fruitless moon?
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| Now let us dance our ringlets to the wind of the pipers new tune
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| My fairy queen I saved a kiss for you
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| I’ll follow you — And I will lead you about a round
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| Sometime — A horse I’ll be, and other times a hound
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| Follow me — I’ll be the flame that always burns
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| Sometimes true — But I’ll be there at every turn
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| If I should fall, carry me home to my house on the hill next 'til dawn
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| I shouldn’t be drinking this night, I won’t leave you alone
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| Fate lacks no irony, Lady should stay off the wine
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| I’ll be your legs if you’d please be my eyes
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| I serve you, my fairy queen, tomorrow I’ll praise yesterdays dream
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| But I’ll take all the blame, tomorrow I won’t remember your name |