Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
And the fireflies, Wah-wah-taysee, Waved their torches to mislead him.
The fireflies o'er the meadow In pulses come and go.
Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid.