Past the leaves, behind the rock
Follow the winding path
Come hear their music, watch them dance
In glens and wooded lands
The fay folk rise, they skip and sing
To herald forth the Summer
Bewitching lays that snare the soul
Or set it free to wander
The young will linger, then grow old
Before the fay dance ends
And minds once touched by these folks tunes
Long after bear enchantments
So wary traveler, you have been warned
Of both the risk and reward
These good people offer so freely to all
In their feasts and merriments
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