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The fairies are hopping,
The small flowers cropping,
And with dew dropping,
Skip through the greaves.
At barley-break they play
Merrily all day;
At night themselves they lay
Upon the leaves.
The small flowers cropping,
And with dew dropping,
Skip through the greaves.
At barley-break they play
Merrily all day;
At night themselves they lay
Upon the leaves.
