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SONGS FOR CHILDHOOD |
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THE FAIRIES. |
With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake.
High on the hill-top
The old king sits ; He is now so old and gray
He's nigh lost his wits. With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses, On his stately journeys
From Shiveleagne to Bosses', Or going up with music
On cold starry knights, To sup with the queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.
They stole little Bridget
For seven years long; When she came down again
Her friends were all gone. |
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William Allingham. |
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Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men ; Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!
Down along the rocky shore Some make their home;
They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain lake, |
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