The Land of
The Fairy Folk
COME, cuddle close in Daddy’s coat
Beside the fire so bright,
And hear about the fairy folk
That wander in the night.
For when the stars are shining clear
And all the world is still
They float across the silver moon
From hill to cloudy hill.
Their caps of red, their clocks of green,
Are hung with silver bells,
And when they’re shaken with the wind
Their merry ringing swells.
And riding on the crimson moth
With black spots on her wings,
They guide them down the purple sky
With golden bridle rings.
They love to visit girls and boys
To see how sweet they sleep,
To stand beside their cosy cots
And at their faces peep.
For in the whole of fairyland
They have no finer sight
Than little children sleeping sound
With faces rosy bright.
On tip-toe crowding round their heads
When bright the moonlight beams,
They whisper little tender words
That fill their minds with dreams.
And when they see a sunny smile
With lightest finger tips
They lay a hundred sweet
upon the ruddy lips.
And then the little spotted moths
Spread out their crimson wings,
And bear away the fairy crowd
With shaking bridle rings.
Come, bairnies, hide in Daddy’s coat
Beside the fire so bright
Perhaps the little fairy folk
Will visit you tonight.
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