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,
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 then fill'd
Full to the brim
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 --
(A grasshopper 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,
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