Dance, my dearies, dance.

THE LITTLE SHEPHERDESS TO

 HER LAMBS

   By Rose Fyleman

Dance, my dearies, dance, my pretties,

In a snowy ring; I will pipe the merry ditties

That the fairies sing.

Blackbirds, thrushes, linnets, starlings -

They will pipe them, too,

And the little winds, my darlings,

All shall dance with you.

 

Dance, my dearies, dance, my pretties,

On the daisied floors;

Only in the smoky cities

Folk are still indoors.

All along the meadow highways

Leap and skip and prance;

All among the elfin byways

Dance, my dearies, dance.

Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.

Psalm 103:1