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Since ever and ever | the world began They have danced like a ribbon of flame. They have sung their song Through the centuries long, And yet it is never the same. The Road to Fairyland by Ernest Thompson Seton
Do you seek the road to fairyland? I'll tell, it's easy, quite. Wait till a yellow moon gets up O'er purple seas by night And gilds a shining pathway That is sparkling diamond-bright.
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And though you be foolish or though you be wise With hair of silver or gold, You can never be as young as the fairies are, And never ever as old. Rose Flyeman Then, if no evil power be nigh To thwart you, out of spite, And if you know the very words To cast a spell of might You get upon a thistledown And if the breeze is right, You sail away to fairyland Along this track of light. |
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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By the craggy hillside, through the mosses bare, They have planted thorn trees for pleasure, here and there. If 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. |
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