Traditional: By The Short Cut To The Rosses

By the shortcut to the roses
A faerie girl I met
I was taken by her beauty
As a fish is in a net
The fairen came to look at her
So very fair was she
With her hair as bright as seaweed
That floats in from the sea

By the shortcut to the roses
'Twas on the first of May
I heard the faeries piping
And they piped my heart away
They piped 'til I was mad with joy
But when I was alone
I found my heart was piped away
And in my breast, a stone

By the shortcut to the roses
'Tis I'll go nevermore
Lest she should also steal my soul
Who stole my heart before
Lest she take my soul and crush it
Like a dead leaf in her hand
For the shortcut to the roses
Is the way to Faeryland
Way to Faeryland