The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #19099 Message #2221802
Posted By: s&r
24-Dec-07 - 06:41 AM
Thread Name: Tune Add: King of the Fairies
Subject: RE: Tune Add: King of the fairies
Up the aery mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go ahunting 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 watchdogs, all night awake.
High on the hilltop the old king sits; He is now so old and grey He's nigh lost his wits With a bridge of white mist...
Columkille he crosses On his stately journies From Slieve League 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, And when she came down again Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back, Between the night and morrow, They thought she was fast asleep, But she was dead from sorrow.
They have kept her ever since Deep within a lake, On a bed of flag leaves, Watching till she wake...
By the craggy hillside, Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorntrees, 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.