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Epona by Enya

The Lepracaun
Or Fairy Shoemaker

Little cowboy, what have you heard,
Up on the lonely rath's green mound?
Only the plaintive yellow bird
Sighing in sultry fields around,
Chary, chary, chary, chee-ee! -
Only the grasshopper and the bee? -
"Tip-tap, rip-rap,
Tick-a-tack-too!
Scarlet leather, sewn together,
This will make a shoe.
Left, right, pull it tight;
Summer days are warm;
Underground in winter,
Laughing at the storm!"
Lay your ear close to the hill.
Do you not catch the tiny clamour,
Busy click of an elfin hammer,
Voice of the Lepracaun singing shrill
As he merrily plies his trade?
He's a span
And a quarter in height.
Get him in sight, hold him tight.
And your a made
Man!

You watch your cattle the summer day,
Sup on potatoes, sleep in the hay;
How would you like to roll in your carriage.
Look for a duchess's daughter in marriage?
Seize the shoemaker - then you may!
"Big boots a-hunting,
Sandles in the hall,
White for a wedding feast,
Pink for a ball.
This way, that way,
So we make a shoe;
Getting rich every stitch,
Tick-tack-too!"
Nine-and-ninety teasure-crocks
This keen miser-fairy hath,
Hid in mountains, woods and rocks,
Ruin and round tow'r, cave and rath,
And where the cormorants build;
From times of old
Guarded by him;
Each of them fill'd
Full to the brim
With gold!

I caught him at work one day myself,
In the castle ditch, where foxglove grows,
A wrinkled, wizen'd and bearded Elf,
Spectacles stuck on his pointy nose,
Silver buckles to his hose,
Leather apron - shoe in his lap -
"Rip-rap, rip-tap,
Tick-tack-too!
(A grasshoper on my cap!
Away the moth flew!)
Buskins for a fairy prince,
Brogues for his son,
Pay me well, pay me well,
When the job is done!
The rogue was mine, beyond a doubt.
I stared at him, he stared at me;
"Servant Sir!" "Humph!" says he,
And pull'd a snuff box out.
He took a long pinch, look'd better pleased,
The queer little Lepracaun;
Offered the box with a whimsical grace,
Pouf! he flung the dust in my face,
And, while I sneezed,
Was gone!

- William Allingham -