The Fairies - a child's song is a book published by Thomas de la Rue & Company in London in 1883. It presents a song written by William Allingham (1824-1889) and 24 illustrations by Emily Gertrude Thomson (1850-1929), including 6 in color. Here are all of the pages presenting the fairies as Emily Gertrude Thomson imagined them. The text of the song is incorporated in pictures and each verse is written again in text under the page image for better readability. Enjoy!
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting,
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow-tide foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs
All night awake.
High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and gray,
He's nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with music,
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.
They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow;
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,
Watching till she wake.
By the craggy hill-side,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn-trees,
For pleasure, here and there.
Is any man so daring
As dig
them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.
Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting,
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!
This is the end of the book, if we don't count some commercial info about other editions of the same publisher / printer.
But here are some additional interesting facts for the more curious readers: