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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357942" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Little People</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas a long bush night; and the old hut light<br>Shone out thro' the open door<br>To flood the knees of the great bush trees<br>And the scrub that grew before.<br>And, as I dreamed where the firelight gleamed,<br>And watched the long hours lag,<br>Came there to my shack Kilkenny Jack<br>With his fiddle in its green baize bag.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I bade him sit and rest a bit,<br>And we yarned of this and that.<br>Pipes well alight, we watched the night<br>As he on his old swag sat.<br>'Lonesome, indade, this life we lade,'<br>Said he, 'Why let time drag<br>For me an' you?' And he stooped and drew<br>His fiddle from its green baize bag.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the scrub before the old hut door<br>Was people suddenly<br>With elfin' folk who rose and spoke<br>Strange, mystic things to me.<br>Then into the glare from the bracken there<br>The Little People crept;<br>And, suddenly, by fern and tree<br>The fairies danced and leapt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kilkenny Jack he leant him back,<br>And his bow went to and fro;<br>And there outside the banshees cried<br>In mournful tones and low.<br>And where the light stabbed thro' the night<br>To cast dark shades about,<br>In many a place I saw the face<br>Of a leprechaun peep out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the music stopped; and Jack he dropped<br>His fiddle, and was done;<br>And into the night in sudden fright<br>I saw the small folk run . . .<br>Then off he went, his small form bent<br>'Neath his old, familiar swag<br>Upon his back - Kilkenny Jack,<br>With his fiddle in its green baize bag.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Shone out thro' the open door
To flood the knees of the great bush trees
And the scrub that grew before.
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And watched the long hours lag,
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