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The Fairies Dance

The fairies dance by brake and bow'r
For this to them is the gayest hour.
With steps so soft and with robes so white,
They trip it there in clear moonlight.

Their queen has youth and beauty rare,
The maids of earth are not half so fair,
Her glance so quick and her eyes so bright,
They shine with soft unearthly light.

She'll meet thee like a lady fair,
Go not, for danger awaits thee there!
She'll lead thee far over grove and glen,
And thou shall ne'er be seen again .


adopted from "Irish National Poetry"











Last Updated 5/2/2001
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