I used to sing this song in my school choir back in the mid 1950s. here are the words as I remember them.


One morning a huntsman all gallant and gay,
while chasing wild boar thru the woods cool and gray.
Espied a fair Dryad among the great trees,and soon as
he saw her bright hair in the breeze.
Tender thoughts began to throng,quest of game no more were strong,for this straightway became his hunting song.

Velia oh Velia you rule in the woods
oer blossoms,bees and the tiny bird brood
Velia oh Velia love me I pray.
sweet Velia,love me I pray.

the nymph raised a cheek that was cool as a leaf,alas for the kiss both so thrilling and brief.
as soon as his lips touched the exquisite face, she vanished and left,but a cool lonely place.
Now there haunts him day and night, echos from that woodland sprite
Velia,dryad, with no mortal may unite.

Vilia fair dryad you rule in the woods   ETC.