©The Ragged
Robin Fairy
In wet marshy meadows
A tattered piper strays-
Ragged, ragged Robin;
On thin reeds he plays.
He asks for no payment;
He plays, for delight,
A tune for the fairies
To dance to, at night.
They nod and they whisper,
And say, looking wise,
"A princeling is Robin,
For all his disguise
