I'D BE A BUTTERFLY A Ballad Sung By... Miss Love. by Bayly, Thomas Haynes - 1835

British Library, Historical Print Editions, 2011-02-11. Paperback. Good.

London; Samuel French, Undated, circa [1870]., 1870. Mass Market Paperback. Softcover slim octavo in sixes, pp. 22 with purple printed sheet advertising "Bits of Burlesques" stitched-in to fore. Original pink paper wrappers with adverts. Minor nicks to spine tails: Very Good condition. Lacy's Acting Edition number 5 with cast for the Royal Olympic Theatre production.

London; Samuel French, [1830]., 1830. Mass Market Paperback. Softcover slim octavo in sixes, pp. 26, [2] adverts. Original pink paper wrappers with adverts. Wrap has very small areas of loss to spine tips. Very Good condition. French's Acting Edition number 190 with cast for the Theatre Royal Drury Lane production.

MP3 Audio CD. Oh! Where do the Fairies Hide Their Heads OH! where do fairies hide their heads When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoil’d their mossy beds, And crystalliz’d their rills? Beneath the moon they cannot trip In circles o’er the plain; And draughts of dew they cannot sip Till green leaves come again. Perhaps, in small, blue diving-bells, They plunge beneath the waves, Inhabiting the wreathed shells That lie in coral caves; Perhaps, in red Vesuvius, Carousals they maintain; And cheer their little spirits thus, Till green leaves come again. When they return there will be mirth, And music in the air, And fairy wings upon the earth, And mischief everywhere. The maids, to keep the elves aloof, Will bar the doors in vain; No key-hole will be fairy-proof, When green leaves come again.

MP3 Audio CD. Oh! Where do the Fairies Hide Their Heads OH! where do fairies hide their heads When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoil’d their mossy beds, And crystalliz’d their rills? Beneath the moon they cannot trip In circles o’er the plain; And draughts of dew they cannot sip Till green leaves come again. Perhaps, in small, blue diving-bells, They plunge beneath the waves, Inhabiting the wreathed shells That lie in coral caves; Perhaps, in red Vesuvius, Carousals they maintain; And cheer their little spirits thus, Till green leaves come again. When they return there will be mirth, And music in the air, And fairy wings upon the earth, And mischief everywhere. The maids, to keep the elves aloof, Will bar the doors in vain; No key-hole will be fairy-proof, When green leaves come again.

British Library, Historical Print Editions, 2011-02-11. Paperback. Good.

London: William Czerny / Ashdown & Parry / Hutchings & Romer / Chappell & Co. and Others , 1870. 1st Edition . Hardcover. Good. Folio - over 12 - 15" tall. Fair. Cloth covers coming apart. Undated. c.1870. 13 3/4".

HardPress Publishing, 2012-01-10. Paperback. Good.

Paperback. Very Good.

HardPress Publishing, 2012-08-01. Paperback. Good.