,And he spake up merry and bold :M Hev, Father, weve been in the fairy land,Where the horses are shod wi gold ! v. An what did ye there in Fairyland, O my two fair sons, I pray ? We shod for them, Father, their fairy steeds, All in a month an a da v. VI. An, Father, we shod them wi virgin gold;Each… … A seed of a wonderful fairy flower,They gave to us each for pay ! 38 THE BALLAD OF THE BLACKSMITHS SONS VIII. An what will ye do wi the seeds, fairsons ? We will sow i the light, green spring,An maybe a golden rose will toss,Or a silver lily will swing. IX. Now, —cling, clang, — whoa, my bonny gray…
Children's poetry · Children's poetry -- 1897
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