Keep away from the wall, my child,
It keeps us from the faeries wild.
It keeps us from their faerie fear.
Keep away, my child, come here.
They blight the cows and cost us money
They steal the bees and take the honey
They spoil the butter in the churn
They cause the cakes and bread to burn
They steal our children, blight our wheat,
Ruin pigs and taint the meat.
Keep away from the wall, my dear,
Keep away, my child, come here.
I have a very old fashioned view of faeries. My grandmother was incredibly superstitious and, for example, would get genuinely very upset if she caught me putting my left shoe on first or stirring cake mixture the 'wrong' way. This is very much her view of Faery, which was old fashioned even for her generation, but lots of fun as a story from a safe distance.
Excellent command of verse as always - and a sensible approach to dealing with Faery. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteLove the warning song, and your grandmother!
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing. Love it!
ReplyDeleteYes, as read this, I remembered so many old stories I've read. All warning of the Faery. Beautiful to read!
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