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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 watch-dogs, / All night awake.
High on the hill-top / The old King sits; / He is now so old and gray / He's nigh lost his wits. / With a bridge of white mist / Columbkill he crosses, / On his stately journeys / From Slieveleague to Rosses; / Or going up with music / On cold starry nights, / To sup with the Queen / Of the gay Northern Lights.