"Mother," she said, "when the nights is long
There's lil wans comin' to me.
They're bringin' a harp an' makin' a song,
An' houlin' a light to see.
I'll lave a bit of my supper," she said,
"An' a tase of milk in the cup;
I'm thinkin' its Fayries thass in," she said,
—But I knew it was Wans from Up.
"Mother," she said, "my head is sore,
An' the lil wans is callin' me;
They say there's a boat waitin' down at the shore
To take me a sail on the sea.
Keep by a piece of my supper," she said,
"An' lave some milk in the cup;
I'll go with the Fayries a bit," she said.
—An' she went to the Wans from Up.
LITTLE BOY BEG
"Where are you going, little Boy Beg,
With your little grey dog an' all?"
"I'm going to look for the King an' Queen,
To see will they cure me for all."
"Where will you find them, little Boy Beg,
The King an' the Queen so high?"
"I'll watch from the bank where the bluebell grows
To see will they ever pass by."
"How will you know them, little Boy Beg,
When you've wandered many a mile?"
"I'll know the King by his golden crown,
An' the Queen by her lovely smile."
"How will they see you, little Boy Beg,
With your poor little crutch an' all?"
"I'll be houlin' my flow'rs an' makin' my tow,
An' the Queen she'll see me for all."
"What will you say to them, little Boy Beg,
When you stand at the carriage door,"
"I'll give them a flow'r, an' they'll touch my han',
An' I'll never be lame no more."
An' that very same day the King came by,
An' the Lady Queen she smiled;
An' they tuk the flow'r from the little han',
An' they put the cure on the child.