Ballads for little folk . To northward and to southward,She could overlook the land, And that was why she had her houseIn a tree, you understand. For she was the friend of the friendless,And her heart was in her hand. The Wise Fairy. 91 And when she saw poor women Patiently, day by day,Spinning, spinning, and spinning Their lonesome lives away,She would hide in the flax of their distaffs A lump of gold, they say. And when she saw poor ditchers, Knee-deep in some wet dyke,Digging, digging, and digging, To their very graves, belike,She would hide a shining lump of gold Where their spades would b
Ballads for little folk . To northward and to southward,She could overlook the land, And that was why she had her houseIn a tree, you understand. For she was the friend of the friendless,And her heart was in her hand. The Wise Fairy. 91 And when she saw poor women Patiently, day by day,Spinning, spinning, and spinning Their lonesome lives away,She would hide in the flax of their distaffs A lump of gold, they say. And when she saw poor ditchers, Knee-deep in some wet dyke,Digging, digging, and digging, To their very graves, belike,She would hide a shining lump of gold Where their spades would be sure to And when she saw poor childrenTheir goats from the pastures take, Or saw them milking and milking,Till their arms were ready to break, 92 The Wise Fairy. What a plashing in their milking-pailsHer gifts of gold would make !
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