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The Fairies

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Title:
The Fairies a child's song
Creator:
Allingham, William, 1824-1889
Thomson, E. Gertrude ( Emily Gertrude ) ( Illustrator )
Thomas De La Rue & Company ( Publisher )
Place of Publication:
London
Publisher:
T. de la Rue
Publication Date:
Copyright Date:
1880
Language:
English
Physical Description:
23 p. : ill. (part col.) ; 20 x 24 cm.

Subjects

Subjects / Keywords:
Fairies -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1880 ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1880 ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1880
Genre:
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London

Notes

General Note:
Includes publisher's advertisement p. [3] and [4] of paper cover.
Statement of Responsibility:
[written by William Allingham ; illustrated by E. Gertrude Thomson]

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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 ;



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And white owl’s feather !





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Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,

They live on crispy pancakes

Of yellow-tide foam ;

Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs

All night awake.































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































High on the hill-top
The old’ King ssits;























































































He is now so old and gray,



He's nigh lost his wits.





















































































































































































































































































































With a bridge of white mist







































































Columbkill he crosses, 7



























































































On his stately journeys



























From Slhieveleague to Rosses



































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Or going up with music,



On cold starry nights,





To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.



CE

























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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They stole little Bridget

















































For seven years long;





















When she came down again

Her friends were all gone.





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Between the night and morrow;



































































































































They thought that she was fast asleep,

But she was dead with sorrow.







































































































. They have jkept ber ever since





































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Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,



































































Watching: till she wake.

































































































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ILLUSTRATED WORKS PUBLISHED BY THOS. DE LA RUE & CO, LONDON





Price ros. 6d. Medium gto. Whole bound cloth, gilt.

With numerous full-page and other Illustrations by the Author,

printed in the highest style of Chromo-lithography.

MONTHLY MAXIMS.

RHYMES AND REASONS, TO SUIT THE SEASONS; AND PICTURES NEW, TO SUIT THEM TOO.
By ROBERT DDDLEY.

x, This work is printed on the finest Ivory Cardboard, linen-hinged, and is illustrated on every page by the author, whose drawings

have been reproduced, with the utmost fidelity, in the highest style of chromo-lithography. Excellently adapted for presentation.





Price rs. Demy gto. With 8 full-page Illustrations in Colours,
and numerous smaller Cuts.

THE MAY-POLE.

AN OLD ENGLISH SONG, WITH THE MUSIC,
ILLUSTRATED BY
GERTRUDE A. KONSTAM & ELLA & NELIA CASELLA,

AuTuHoxs or “DREAMS, DANCES, AND DISAPPOINTMENTS.”

Price rs. Demy gto. With 8 full-page Illustrations in Colours,

and numerous smaller Cuts.

RUMPELSTILTSKIN.

THE BROTHERS GRIMM.
A NEW TRANSLATION, ILLUSTRATED BY
GEORGE R. HALKETT.



Price 1s. Demy gto. Wath 12 full-page Illustrations in Colours,
A STORY OF
DREAMS, DANCES,
AND

DISAPPOINT MENTS.

TOLD IN VERSE AND ILLUSTRATED BY
GERTRUDE A. KONSTAM & ELLA & NELIA CASELLA.

Price 6s. Royal gto. Cloth, extra gilt.
THE STORY OF

PRINCE HILDEBRAND

AND THE

PRINCESS: 1G.

BY MAJOR T. S. SECCOMBE.
WITH UPWARDS OF I10 ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE AUTHOR,





SOLD BY ALL BOOKSELLERS AND STATIONERS.





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|

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 jacketed cap,

And white owl’s feather !


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Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,

They live on crispy pancakes

Of yellow-tide foam ;

Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs

All night awake.




























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































High on the hill-top
The old’ King ssits;























































































He is now so old and gray,



He's nigh lost his wits.


















































































































































































































































































































With a bridge of white mist







































































Columbkill he crosses, 7



























































































On his stately journeys



























From Slhieveleague to Rosses
































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Or going up with music,



On cold starry nights,





To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.



CE






















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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They stole little Bridget

















































For seven years long;





















When she came down again

Her friends were all gone.


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They took her lightly back, |

























Between the night and morrow;



































































































































They thought that she was fast asleep,

But she was dead with sorrow.







































































































. They have jkept ber ever since





































iis HU,

















Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,



































































Watching: till she wake.

































































































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ILLUSTRATED WORKS PUBLISHED BY THOS. DE LA RUE & CO, LONDON





Price ros. 6d. Medium gto. Whole bound cloth, gilt.

With numerous full-page and other Illustrations by the Author,

printed in the highest style of Chromo-lithography.

MONTHLY MAXIMS.

RHYMES AND REASONS, TO SUIT THE SEASONS; AND PICTURES NEW, TO SUIT THEM TOO.
By ROBERT DDDLEY.

x, This work is printed on the finest Ivory Cardboard, linen-hinged, and is illustrated on every page by the author, whose drawings

have been reproduced, with the utmost fidelity, in the highest style of chromo-lithography. Excellently adapted for presentation.





Price rs. Demy gto. With 8 full-page Illustrations in Colours,
and numerous smaller Cuts.

THE MAY-POLE.

AN OLD ENGLISH SONG, WITH THE MUSIC,
ILLUSTRATED BY
GERTRUDE A. KONSTAM & ELLA & NELIA CASELLA,

AuTuHoxs or “DREAMS, DANCES, AND DISAPPOINTMENTS.”

Price rs. Demy gto. With 8 full-page Illustrations in Colours,

and numerous smaller Cuts.

RUMPELSTILTSKIN.

THE BROTHERS GRIMM.
A NEW TRANSLATION, ILLUSTRATED BY
GEORGE R. HALKETT.



Price 1s. Demy gto. Wath 12 full-page Illustrations in Colours,
A STORY OF
DREAMS, DANCES,
AND

DISAPPOINT MENTS.

TOLD IN VERSE AND ILLUSTRATED BY
GERTRUDE A. KONSTAM & ELLA & NELIA CASELLA.

Price 6s. Royal gto. Cloth, extra gilt.
THE STORY OF

PRINCE HILDEBRAND

AND THE

PRINCESS: 1G.

BY MAJOR T. S. SECCOMBE.
WITH UPWARDS OF I10 ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE AUTHOR,





SOLD BY ALL BOOKSELLERS AND STATIONERS.


vO 5 Po Lai 6 ap page La in Colours, and numerous Sal ee

THLE: PALRY -T1ORN

Gs oe Pritts chad TOLD IN Rees: ee) TLLUSTRATED
Say ee SM es

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Ag cane rN anne eta cue ry ae CASELLA,