![]() 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!.A word, a line, You may say are mine But the best in the songs, Whatever it be, To you, and to me, And to no one belongs. ![]() These little Songs, Found here and there, Floating in air By forest and lea, Or hill-side heather, In houses and throngs, Or down by the sea- Have come together, How, I can't tell: But I know full well No witty goose-wing On an inkstand begot 'em Remember each place And moment of grace, In summer or spring, Winter or autumn By sun, moon, stars, Or a coal in the bars, In market or church, Graveyard or dance, When they came without search, Were found as by chance. ![]() William Allingham Poems by William Allingham ![]()
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