Classic Poem

And now that I be sittin', it's the neighbours round to say
" He'd a brother and a sister that the fairies took away,
Round the road and up the hill and down the hill again
And hid them be the Holy Well that's near the crooked lane —
Up the lane and down the lane and three times round the brae,
Niall Beg and Norah Beg the fairies took away! "
The pot that's hangin' from the crook is talkin' to itself.
Talking to the dresser with the rows of shiny delf,
And up above the chimney brace and hanging from the wall
Is the clock that hasn't got a voice and never talks at all,
But if it had a voice in it, 'tis up 'twould get and say
Where Niall is and Norah is the fairies took away.

'Tis nice to live in Dooran now and you so very wee.
With a churn for makin' butter and a pot for makin' tea —
It's some are great on workin' and some on makin' gold —
I'll have a purse and it so full afore I'm very old,
But had I pounds and pounds of gold it's it I'd give the day
For Niall Beg and Norah Beg the fairies took away.

Now when I'm old and very old, it's out I'll go and see
The place that's not for them at all that are so very wee —
It's up the hill, across the hill, my bundle in my hand,
To travel miles and miles and miles and that to Fairyland
And will not tire by light or dark until I meet one day
Niall Beg and Norah Beg the fairies took away.