Irish poet & diarist (1828-1889)
Sin we have explain'd away;
Unluckily, the sinners stay.
WILLIAM ALLINGHAM
"Blackberries"
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together,
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!
WILLIAM ALLINGHAM
The Fairies