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IN FAIRYLAND 49
For them the journey's always short;
They're happy as you please, A-riding to the Fairy Court
On backs of bumble-bees.
The cricket and the grasshopper
Are thridding in the grass, And making paths of gossamer
For fairy feet to pass.
Whene'er I see a glow-worm light
In Boyau* seventeen, I know the fairies go that night
To see the Fairy Queen.
* French communication trench.