Poetry
The Fairy Hill
I xxovv a green hill
Near till a road ;
It's green with the shamrock That no man sowed ; For the Slices sowed the shamrock An' brought the black bee To make it grow for ever On the steep green lea.
An' I know a good man, A good man an' true, Who had it from his neighbour (A good man too) That just half a year ago, Comin' from the mill, He saw the Fairies dancin' On this very hill.
'Deed and 'deed the same man Wouldn't tell a lie, Sure he saw the Fiddler Cocked up high, Sittin' on a benweed Near a crooked thorn ; Oh, that thing happened As sure as you were born An' I know a good man Wise as you or me, An' he saw the Lochrie Man An' heard the Banshee ; So it's me for the Wee Folk, In troth they're livin' still, The decent Gentle People That made the Fairy Hill.
Rail an' road an' green hill, Odd neighbours, you I Tripper Folk an'. Wee Folk The Old an' the New ; Motors gallivantin' Past the Orange Hall, Sure I wonder what the Wee Folk ,Think-about. it all. W. F. 11/4{AtugiAi, .
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