Thomas Randolph

(1605-1635 / England)

Fairy Song - Poem by Thomas Randolph

We the fairies blithe and antic,
Of Dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us,

Stolen sweets are always sweeter;
Stolen kisses much completer;
Stolen looks are nice in chapels;
Stolen, stolen be your apples.

When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time to go orchard robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling
Were it not for stealing, stealing.

Comments about Fairy Song by Thomas Randolph

  • Rookie Gerry Skinner (12/2/2008 9:49:00 AM)

    I believe that this is not the original by Randolph but a translation by James Leigh Hunt of a Latin poem by Randolph. The constraints of translation may explain the uncomfortable first verse, somewhat reminiscent of William Topaz McGonagall.

    Does anyone have the original? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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