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The fairy doctor comes our way / Over the sorrel-covered wold --
Now sadly, now unearthly gay, / A little withered man, and old.
He knows by signs of secret wit / The man whose hour of death draws nigh, / And who will moan in the under pit, / And who foregather in the sky.
He sees the fairy hosting move / By heath or hollow or rushy mere, / And then his heart fills full of love, / And full his eyes of fairy cheer.
Cures he hath for cow or goat / With fairy-smitten udders dry --
Cures for calves with 'plaining throat, / That sickening near their mothers lie; / And many a herb and many a spell / For hurts and ails and lover's moan --
For all save him who pining fell, / Glamoured by fairies for their own.
Now be courteous, now be kind, / Lest he may some glamour fold / Closely round us, body and mind --
The little withered man, and old.