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THE FAIRY RIDE

HAVE you seen the fairies ride

All down the magic glen?

Green jackets, red caps,

Teeny, weeny men!

Hearken to their music,

The winding of the horn!

Ta-tan-ta-ra-ta!

A fairy boy is born!

Mind you keep the doors shut

When they're riding by,

Lest you get some fairy dust

In your little eye.

If that were to happen,

In a flash you'd be

Changed into a fairy.

Goodness gracious me!

Green jackets, red caps,

See them trooping past.

Hear their bridles jingling—

Shut the door fast!