The Fairies

William Allingham

1824 to 1889

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Up the airy mountain,
    Down the rushy glen,
______ daren’t go a-hunting
    For fear of little men;
______ folk, good folk,
    Trooping all together;
Green jacket, ______ cap,
    And white owl’s feather!

Down along the ______ shore
    Some make their home,
They live on ______ 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
    ______ old King sits;
He is now so old and ______
    He’s nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge ______ white mist
    Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately ______
    From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with ______
    On cold starry nights
To sup with the ______
    Of the gay Northern Lights.

They stole little ______
    For seven years long;
When she came down ______
    Her friends were all gone.
They took her ______ back,
    Between the night and morrow,
They thought ______ she was fast asleep,
    But she was dead ______ sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
    Deep ______ the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,
    Watching ______ she wake.

By the craggy hill-side,
    Through the ______ bare,
They have planted thorn-trees
    For pleasure here ______ there.
If any man so daring
    As dig ______ 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
    ______ fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
    ______ all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
    And white owl’s feather!

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