Who Goes With Fergus? by Giorgio Rossini Lyrics

Who will go drive with Fergus now
And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow
And lift your tender eyelids, maid
And brood on hopes and fear no more

And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love’s bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars
And rules the shadows of the wood
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars