Up in Tentoleena Land -- Tentoleena! Tentoleena! All the Dollies, hand in hand, Mina, Nainie, and Serena, Dance the Fairy fancy dances, With glad songs and starry glances, Lisping roundelays; and, after, Bird-like interludes of laughter Strewn and scattered o'er the lawn Their gilt sandals twinkle on Through light mists of silver sand -- Up in Tentoleena Land. Up in Tentoleena Land -- Tentoleena! Tentoleena! Blares the eery Elfin band -- Trumpet, harp and concertina -- Larkspur bugle -- honeysuckle Cornet, with a quickstep chuckle In its golden throat; and, maybe, Lilies-of-the-valley they be Baby-silver-bells that chime Musically all the time, Tossed about from hand to hand -- Up in Tentoleena Land. Up in Tentoleena Land -- Tentoleena! Tentoleena! Dollies dark, and blond and bland -- Sweet as musk-rose or verbena -- Sweet as moon-blown daffodillies, Or wave-jostled water-lilies Yearning to'rd the rose-mouths, ready Leaning o'er the river's eddy, -- Dance, and glancing fling to you, Through these lines you listen to, Kisses blown from lip and hand Out of Tentoleena Land! |