If you put an ear
to this ancient ground
You might just hear
a mystical sound
Only on nights
when there's a full moon
They will play and sing
their haunting tune
The Uilleann pipes,
a harp and a flute
there could be
a boran a fiddle and a lute
The fairies are singing
and dancing below
A place were no person
is welcome to go
If you venture near
this fairy fort, beware
No harm will come
to those who just stare
But for others who disturb
these fairy sites
they could be cursed
with sleepless nights
So be still and listen
don't make a sound
And forever you'll be drawn
to a fairy mound.
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They will play and sing their haunting tune The Uilleann pipes, a harp and a flute.... wonderful imagination dear poet........ a fairy story that is simply original creation from your brain....... thank you very much dear poet. tony