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(The Fairy Fiddler by Ethel Archer)

Away, in the misty moorland glen

Where the Elf-Folk dance with the Wee Brown Men,

And the rowan-berry burns haughtily

As she tells of the wind's inconstancy

'Tis there I am bound by the far faint rune

Of the Fairy Fiddler's silver shoon!

Where the harebell waves from the tufted grass,

There never the foot of a man may pass;

For the painted fireflies glance and gleam

Like the golden thoughts in a goblin's dream,

And the ghostly coppice of oak and pine

Holds a legion of imps from the Moonbeam Mine.

When I lay me down in their wondrous car

I travel so quickly from star to star,

That the Earth and the Moon are as glowworm lights

That flash o'er the field of the blurred blue heights:

For it's where I am bound by the far faint rune

Of the Fairy Fiddler's silver shoon!

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