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You like the things I used to like,

The things I'm fond of still,

The sound of fairy wands that strike

Men into beasts at will;

The cruel stepmother, the fair

Stepdaughter, kind and leal,

The bull and bear so debonair,

The trenchant fairy steel.

You love the world where brute and fish

Converse with man and bird,

Where dungeons open at a wish,

And seas dry at a word.

That merry world to-day we leave,

We list an ower-true tale,

Of hearts that sore for Charlie grieve,

When handsome princes fail,

Of gallant races overthrown,

Of dungeons ill to climb,

There's no such tale of trouble known,

In all the fairy time.

There Montezuma still were king,

There Charles would wear the crown,

And there the Highlanders would ding

The Hanoverian down:

In Fairyland the Rightful Cause

Is never long a-winning,

In Fairyland the fairy laws

Are prompt to punish sinning:

For Fairyland's the land of joy,

And this the world of pain,

So back to Fairyland, my boy,

We'll journey once again!