THE FAIRY CHANGELING
Dermod O’Byrne of Omah townIn his garden strode up and down;He pulled his beard, and he beat his breast;And this is his trouble and woe confessed:
“The good-folk came in the night, and theyHave stolen my bonny wean away;Have put in his place a changeling,A weashy, weakly, wizen thing!
“From the speckled hen nine eggs I stole,And lighting a fire of a glowing coal,I fried the shells, and I spilt the...
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