And why do you dance like an angry jay, 

 My fairy child?" 

 "I can tell, I can tell, 

 Oh! my delicate mam, 

 I dance to the tune of a blue-bell, 

 Which told me what I am." 

 "Gilda, Gilda, my lovely child, 

 Say how it spoke, 

 There is nothing well in a flower's spell 

 On one of our folk." 

 "Oh! my pet, my beautiful heart, 

 Oh! my cunning mummy, 

 My cousin the sun and the wind have begun, 

 That's why I look rummy." 

 "I have known one since I have begun, 

 I have known a dozen, 

 But never I knew a girl was true 

 Who called them cousin." 

 "Oh! my mam, my delicate mam, 

 Do not scold your daughter, 

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