Elfin Land

The man in the moon once had a wife,

And she was really the plague of his life.

They used to sail in a bright canoe,

From east to West, o’er the sky so blue.

But she was restless and he was rough,

And said he hadn’t half room enough.

One night in turning the boat around,

The woman fell out, and she was drowned.

And down in the lake she sails alone

In a lovely boat that is all her own!

A very handsome mermaid,

Father neptune’s only daughter;

Has a very lovely bower.

All her own, beneath the water.

She has slaves to do her bidding;

All the big and little fishes,

Bring her jewels without number,

And prepare her dainty dishes.

We hear about her graceful form,

The charms with which she’s laden,

But no one yet has ever seen

This wonderful sea-maiden.