At the base of the old oak tree
Hidden among the gnarled roots
Comes the sound of minute flutes
Calling you to the fairies’s jamboree
Nimbly follow their music eerie
Oh, the wondrous sights you’ll see
At the base of the old oak tree
Hidden among the gnarled roots
A brownie dances with the nixie
In his fine green bracken suit
Around them hangs golden fairy fruit
If you think it’s lovely, stay here with me
At the base of the old oak tree
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