The fairies have never a penny to spend, They haven't a thing put by, But theirs is the power of bird and flower And theirs is the earth and sky. And though you should live in a palace of gold Or sleep in a dried up ditch, You could never be as poor as the fairies are, And never as rich.
Since ever and ever the world began They danced like a ribbon of flame, They have sung thier song through the centries long And yet it is never the same. And though you be foolish or though you be wise, With hair of silver or gold, You can never be as young as the fairies are, And never as old.
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