Ballads for little folk . TO MOTHER FAIRIE. Good old mother Fairie, Sitting by your fire,Have you any little folk You would like to hire ? I want no chubby drudges To milk, and churn, and spin, Nor old and wrinkled Brownies,With grisly beards, and thin : But patient little people, With hands of busy care,And gentle speech, and loving hearts ; Say, have you such to spare ? I know a poor, pale body,Who cannot sleep at night, And I want the little peopleTo keep her chamber bright ; To chase away the shadows That make her moan and weep, To sing her loving lullabies,And kiss her eyes asleep. To Mot

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Ballads for little folk . TO MOTHER FAIRIE. Good old mother Fairie, Sitting by your fire,Have you any little folk You would like to hire ? I want no chubby drudges To milk, and churn, and spin, Nor old and wrinkled Brownies,With grisly beards, and thin : But patient little people, With hands of busy care,And gentle speech, and loving hearts ; Say, have you such to spare ? I know a poor, pale body,Who cannot sleep at night, And I want the little peopleTo keep her chamber bright ; To chase away the shadows That make her moan and weep, To sing her loving lullabies,And kiss her eyes asleep. To Mother Fairie. $7 And when in dreams she reaches For pleasures dead and gone,To hold her wasted ringers, And make the rings stay on. They must be very cunning To make the future shineLike leaves, and flowers, and strawberries, A-growing on one vine. Good old mother Fairie, Since my need you know,Tell me, have you any folk Wise enough to go ?.

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