THE FAIRIES by William Allingham 🍀☘🍀☘🍀☘🍀☘🍀☘🍀☘🍀☘🍀☘🍀☘🍀☘🍀 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 watchdogs, All night awake. High on the hill-top The old King sit