American Old Time Song Lyrics: 17 Fairy Belle
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 17
FAIRY BELLE.
The pride of the village, and the fairest in the dell.
Is the queen of my song, and her name is Fairy Belle ;
The sound of her light step may be heard upon the hill,
Like the fall of the snowdrop or the dripping of the rill.
Chorus.
Fairy Belle, gentle Fairy Belle,
The star of the night and the lily of the day,
Fairy Belle, the queen of the dell.
Long may she revel on her bright sunny way.
She sings to the meadows, and she carols to the streams.
She laughs in the sunlight, and smiles while in her dreams ;
He. hair, like the thistle down, is borne upon the air.
And her heart, like the humming-birds, is free from every care.
Fairy Belle, gentle Fairy Belle, &c.
Her soft notes of melody around me sweetly fall;
Her eye, full of love, is now beaming on my soul;
The sound of that gentle voice, the glance of that eye,
Surround me with rapture that no other heart could sigh.
Fairy Belle, gentle Fairy Belle, &c.