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 cloaks 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 fairy-land
— 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 kisses 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 to-night.
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