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The Fairies
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,
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 Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with music
On cold starry nights
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.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,
Watching till she wake.
By the craggy hill-side,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn-trees
For pleasure here and there.
If any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.
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!
~William Allingham~
(1824-1889)
Faeries
Slipping through the silent trees,
Flowing through the silent night,
Swimming on the summer breeze,
Knowing all of summer's delight.
Silver wings glide through the air,
blue as the sky show her eyes,
Silver is her flowing hair,
True beauty shows with no disguise.
Laughter on the summer wind,
Dance by night in the forest glen,
Banter with her spiritly kin,
Prancing with her bright eyed friend.
Faeries dance in the pale moon light,
Sidhe join in to dance and sing,
Merrily they dance and fly tonight,
Did they not enjoyment bring?
Slipping through the flowers they go,
To their homes to sleep today,
Flitting away from the sun that shows,
To bed they head do not delay.
Daylight shows on the faerie ring,
Grass and flowers and stones,
But tonight what moon light brings,
They court of the fey, queen on her throne.
Slowly goes the bright sun down,
Twilight spreads across the land,
Mostly have the fey gathered around,
By flight they come with pixie brands.
The night is bright with faerie light,
The queen does dance this faerie round,
The sight is sweet this faerie night,
The queen does sing, a beautiful sound.
With child's eyes we must seek out,
The faerie dance this lovely sight,
With innocence and heart devout,
We seek the faerie dance tonight.
~John Longarrow~
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