The Fairies
Topics: classic
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We darent go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owls 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, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake.
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