The Black-Bird Songster/The King of the Fairies

The King of the Fairies (1840s)
The Irish Smuggler
3454478The King of the Fairies — The Irish Smuggler1840s

THE KING OF THE FAIRIES.

A wee, wee man came to our toun en,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
An' lie sang sae sweet, that tho hale o' our men
Lap aff their looms the carle to see.

His cap was red, an' his broeks were green,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
An' his jacket the shortest that ever was seen,
An' tho queerest colour you ever did see.

His noso was as flat as the back o' my han',
Fiddledum, faddledum, foe, fee, fee;
An' his feet wad hae covered an acre o' lan',
Yet his Boots cam' o'er the lid o' his knee.

His e’en were grey without ony white,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
An' his teeth were as black as the middle o' night,
When the moon has forsaken this countrie.

His legs were as bow'd as the half o a hoop,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
An' his arms were sae lang, ho no'er needit to stoop,
For he picked up preens without bending his knee

He laughed, and tho hale o' tho mon o' our toun,
Fiddledum, faddlodum, fee, fee, fee;
Lap out o' their wits and fell down in a swoon,
The fiont o' them had the power to flee.

Не sang, and they sprang to their feet in a crack,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
Now what I relate is a notable fact,
For I was sleeping whon I did it see.

He play'd them a jig, and the dancing began,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
And he led them to where a big water down ran,
Where he donked them till they were like to dio.

This queer wee man lap up on a hill,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
And he open'd his mouth like the door o' a mill,
I hope sic a mouth I will ne'er again see.

But thunder no'er gied sic a terriblo roar,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
As when ho announced that the dancing was o'er,
An' bade them fareweel, an' awa' did flee.

Weary and wet our men cam' hame,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
An' swore the wee man was surely to blame,
For using sic freedoms in ony countrie.

Ye'll wonder what came o' this wee, wee man,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
He bought a green coat— an' to fairy lan' ran,
An' now he is king o' that countrie.


This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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