So the meal comes in a shower;
Work, Fairies, fast, for time flies past—
I borrowed the mill an hour.
The miller he’s a worldly man,
And maun hae double fee;
So draw the sluice of the churl’s dam,
And let the stream come free.
Shout, Fairies, shout! see, gushing out,
The meal comes like a river:
The top of the grain on hill and plain