The Fairies William Allingham 1824 – 1889 / Donegal

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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,

With frogs for their watch-dogs,

  All night awake.
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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. ...........