CHILD OF FAIRY

Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their heart’s desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they’re seven years old.
Every fairy child may keep
Two strong ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild –
I’d love to be a fairy’s child.
                                     ROBERT GRAVES

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CHILD & FAIRY

The woods are full of faeries!
The trees are all alive;
The river overflows with them,
See how they dip and dive!
What funny little fellows!
What dainty little dears!
They dance and leap, 
and prance and peep,
And utter fairy cheers!
I’d like to tame a fairy,
To keep it on a shelf,
And dress its little self.
I’d teach it pretty manners,
It always should say “please”,
And then you know I’d make it sew,
And curtsey with its knees!
                                                           Author Unknown  

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FAIRY SONG

Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania, 
in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech. 
We who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,
And the stars above:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Rest far from men.
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then:

Us who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told.
                                     William Butler Yeats  

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FAIRY BEAM UPON YOU 

The fairy beam upon you,
The stars to glister on you,
A moon of light
In the noon of night,
Till the firedrake hath o’er-gone you.

The wheel of fortue guide you,
The boy with the bow beside you
Run aye in the way
Till the bird of day
And the luckier lote betide you.
                                          Ben Johnson
                             From “The Gypsies Metamorphosed” 

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FAIRY’S FLIGHT 

Along the path, you know, 
The one down by the woods

It is said that if you spread a blanket
And wait very still in the light of dusk
If you’ve been very good, 
You will hear the buzz of fairies wings

And if you’ve been very, very good,
You just might see them frolicking about
Tending to the flowers, helping things to sprout

Fairies bear luck in their fairy dust

Catch a grain and start again
                                       By Mike Conner 

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IF YOU SEE A FAIRY RING

If you see a fairy ring
In a field of grass,
Very lightly step around,
Tip-Toe as you pass,
Last night Fairies frolicked there
And they’re sleeping somewhere near.
If you see a tiny fairy
Lying fast asleep
Shut your eyes
And run away,
Do not stay to peek!
Do not tell
Or you’ll break a fairy spell.
                                       Author Unknown  

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