THE FAIRIES
Here is a poem that Alice learned and loved years ago when she was quite a small girl. 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. By the craggy hillside, Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorn-trees For pleasure here and there. Is 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.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXXII, 26 November 1938, Page 12
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158THE FAIRIES Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXXII, 26 November 1938, Page 12
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