The south wind’s silver flute,
From the far-off summer land,
It bade us hasten here,
To lend a helping hand. 
It bade us hasten, hasten here,
To lend a helping hand.

2.  To the aid of the gallant knight,
To the help of the princess fair,
To the rescue of the prince,
We come to the Ogre’s lair. 
To the rescue of the prince,
We come to the Ogre’s lair.

3.  And now, at thy behest,
We pause in our bright array,
To end thy weary quest,
For love has found a way.  To end thy weary,
weary quest, For love has found a way.]

  [Titania coming forward, waves Her star-tipped wand,
    and looks up toward Princess at the window.

Titania. Princess Winsome,
When thy good Godmother
Bade thee spin Love’s thread,
It was with this promise,
These the words she said: 

All the world helps gladly
Those who help themselves. 
The thread thou spinnest bravely,
Shall be woven by elves. 
And now, O Princess Winsome,
How much hast thou spun,
As thy wheel, a-whirling,
Turned from sun to sun?

Princess. This, O Queen Titania. [Holding up mammoth ball.
To the humming wheel’s refrain,
I sang, and spun the measure
Of one great golden skein.

And winding, winding, winding,
At last I wound it all,
Until the thread all golden
Made a mammoth wonder-ball.

Titania. Here below thy casement
Thy true knight waiting stands. 
Drop the ball thou holdest
Into his faithful hands.

  [Princess drops the ball, Knight catches it, and as Titania waves
    her wand, he starts along the line of Fairies.  They each take
    hold as the Witch and Ogre come darting in, she brandishing
    her broomstick, he his bludgeon.  They come through
    gate of the Orchard in the background.  As the ball unwinds,
    the Fairies march around them, tangling them in the yards
    and yards of narrow yellow ribbon, singing as they go.

Fairy Chorus._ We come, we come at thy call,
On rainbow bubbles we float. 
We fairies, one and all,
Have answered the Wind-flute’s note. 
To the aid of the gallant Knight,
To the help of the Princess fair,
To the rescue of the Prince,
We come to the Ogre’s lair. 
We come, we come at thy call,
The Witch and Ogre to quell,
And now they both must bow
To the might of the fairies’ spell. 
Love’s Golden Thread can bind
The strongest Ogre’s arm,
And the spell of the blackest Witch
Must yield to its mighty charm.

  [Ogre and Witch stand bound and helpless, tangled in golden cord. 
    They glower around with frightful grimaces.  King and
    Queen enter unnoticed from side.  Knight draws his sword,
    and brandishing it before Ogre, cries out fiercely.

Knight. The key!  The key that opens yonder tower! 
Now give it me, or by my troth
Your head shall from your shoulders fly! 
To stab you through I’m nothing loath!