THREE FANTASTIC SONGS

—Lyrics by Hugh McCrae*—
(see octavo CQ2414)

I. I Blow My Pipes I blow my pipes, the glad birds sing, The fat young nymphs about me spring, The sweaty centaur leaps the trees And bites hus dryad's splendid knees; The sky, the water, and the earth Repeat aloud our joyful mirth. Anon, tight-bellied bacchanals, With ivy from the vineyard walls, Lead out and crown with shining glass The wine's red baby on the grass. I blow my pipes, the glad birds sing, The fat young nymphs about me spring, I am the lord of everything! II. In An Old Forest In an old forest, by the light Of moon and stars serene, To me the gods vouchsafed a sight Not many folks ha' seen. Upon a stone I saw a faun Who ever blinked and leered, Holding a stately unicorn While nymphs did plait his beard. III. Haffiz Khan Green turbaned, while lanterns swing Between him and the night, With jewels hidden in his beard, 'Tis Haffiz Khan's delight To feel the lively tip of Zoroaida creep, Tickling his chin for milk of pearls Or virent malachite, Some earring, agate fleck or gold, Then, singing him asleep. Old Haffiz. blind with smoke and wine, And bleating like a sheep.