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THE FAIRY KING

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"High on the hill-top

The old King sits;

He is now so old and gray

He's nigh lost his wits."


The Fairy King was old.

He met the Witch of the Wold.

"Ah ha, King!" quoth she,

"Now thou art old like me."

"Nay, Witch!" quoth he,

"I am not old like thee."


The King took off his crown,

It almost bent him down;

His age was too great

To carry such a weight.

"Give it here!" she said,

And clapt it on her head.


Crown sank to ground;

The Witch no more was found.

Then sweet spring-songs were sung,

The Fairy King grew young,

His crown was made of flowers,

He lived in woods and bowers.


Rhymes for the Young Folk

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