(From “Fenella and the Moonflower”)
We are fairies, little fairies,
We don’t know what woe or care is
In our secret glen.
We are merry, bright and merry,
Noses red as any cherry,
We are Little Men !
In the moonlight, lovely moonlight,
We are dancing till the day;
Skipping, prancing, slipping, dancing,
Till the dawn is breaking grey.
Send us far away
Into hiding, secret hiding
Where no humans are residing
Far from mortal ken.
We are seven, we are seven,
And we work as hard as leaven
In a lump of dough.
We are pixies, only sixes,
Getting into awful fixes
Knowing not where to go.
Here in Mannin, Ellan Vannin,
We are called Phynoderees.
Brownies, naiads, elves and dryads,
We have got a score of these.
Likes to rush to
Join the company !
Merry-making, sleeping, waking,
Laughter keeps our sides a-shaking,
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