Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE FAIRY FIDDLER, by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER



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First Line: Tis I go fiddling, fiddling
Last Line: And the horse that draws the plough
Subject(s): Fairies; Fiddles; Musical Instruments; Elves


'Tis I go fiddling, fiddling,
By weedy ways forlorn:
I make the blackbird's music
Ere in his breast 'tis born:
The sleeping larks I waken
'Twixt the midnight and the morn.

No man alive has seen me,
But women hear me play
Sometimes at the door or window,
Fiddling the souls away,--
The child's soul and the colleen's
Out of the covering clay.

None of my fairy kinsmen
Make music with me now:
Alone the raths I wander'
Or ride the whitethorn bough;
But the wild swans they know me,
And the horse that draws the plough





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