By Robert Dwyer Joyce 1830-83
In a shady nook one moonlight night, A leprechaun I spiedIn scarlet coat and green of cap, A cruiskeen by his side******************************************************'Twas, tick, tack, tick, his hammer went, Upon his weeny shoe,And I laugh to think of a purse of gold,But the fairy was laughing too.******************************************************
With tip-toes step and beating heart, Quite softly I drew night.
There was mischief in his merry face, and twinkle in his eye;
He hammered and sang with a tiny voice, And sipped the mountian dew;
Oh, I laughed to think he was caught at last, But the fairy was laughing too.
*****************************************************As quick as I thought I grasped the elf, "your fairy purse", I cried,
"My purse" he said "tis in her hand that lady by your side."
I turned to look, the elf was off, and what was I to do?
Oh, I laughed to think what a fool I'd been, And the fairy was laughing too.
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