Up the Airy Mountain 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 shoreSome make their home,They live on crispy pancakesOf yellow tide-foam;Some in the reedsOf the black mountain-lake,With frogs for their watch-dogs,All […]
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