~The Fairies~Gedicht

  The Fairies
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,
Trooping all together; 
Green jacket, red cap, 
And a 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.