The Irish Rovers - King of the Faeries lyrics

Up the airy mountain Down the rushy glen We darn't go a hunting For fear of little men Wee folk, good folk Trooping all together Green jacket, red cap And white owl's feather By the craggy hillside Through the mosses bare They have planted thorn trees For pleasure here and there Is any man so daring As to dig them up in spite He'll find their sharpest thorns In his bed at night Up the airy mountain Down the rushy glen We darn't go a hunting For fear of little men Wee folk, good folk Trooping all together