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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp.  The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse.  1922.
The Fairies
By William Allingham (1824–1889)
UP the airy mountain,
  Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
  For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,        5
  Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
  And white owl’s feather!
Down along the rocky shore
  Some make their home,        10
They live on crispy pancakes
  Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
  Of the black mountain lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs,        15
  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.        20
With a bridge of white mist
  Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
  From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with music        25
  On cold starry nights
To sup with the Queen
  Of the gay Northern Lights.
They stole little Bridget
  For seven years long;        30
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,        35
  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.        40
By the craggy hill-side,
  Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn-trees
  For pleasure here and there.
If any man so daring        45
  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,        50
We daren’t go a-hunting
  For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
  Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,        55
  And white owl’s feather!

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