Marget Malherb tossed her head,
"I fear no fairies' charms," she said—
For she'd new slippers she would wear
To show her lad the pretty pair,
Soft green leather, buckled red—
"I fear no fairies' charms," she said.
She drew them on and laughed in scorn,
And out she danced on Midmas Morn.
Nevermore was Marget seen;
But when her lover sought the green