A woman had a baby boy She loved him much and he gave her joy The wee folk came and on a whim They took the boy away with them
Eggs and crumbs and milk and grain Bring my baby back again
And in his place they left, instead A changeling sleeping in his bed The lass she saw his wizened face "They've ta'en my baby from his place
Eggs and crumbs and milk and grain Bring my baby back again
The changeling shrieked and howled and cried And naught she did would make it bide She formed a plan to try to prove This Elfling child was not her love
Eggs and crumbs and milk and grain Bring my baby back again
She put a cauldron on to boil And soon the changeling ceased to roil She broke a dozen eggs in half And as he watched, the changeling laughed
Eggs and crumbs and milk and grain Bring my baby back again
She put the eggs shells in the brew He says, "Me mother, what do you do?" "Why, can you see, my silly dove? I've egg shells brewing on the stove."
Eggs and crumbs and milk and grain Bring my baby back again
"In eighteen hundred years," says he, "A brewer of shells I never did see!" And with those words he realized He broke the spell and he lost the prize
Eggs and crumbs and milk and grain Bring my baby back again
And with her baby boy restored, The lass was troubled never moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
