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king of the fairies - cruiskeen lyrics

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up the airy mountain, through 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.

by the craggy hillside, through the mosses bare
they’ve planted th-rn trees for pleasure here and there.
is any man so daring as to dig them up in spite
he’ll find the sharpest th-rns in his bed at night.

high up on the hill top the old king sits
he’s now so old and grey he’s nearly lost his wits
he’s rising with the music on the cold starry night
to sup with the queen of the gay north light.

- cruiskeen lyrics

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