18-03-2019, 10:07 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by
Robert Junior
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Little Folk?
Ah yes the wee folk, never make them angry the old ones used to say.
The Fairies
by William Allingham
Up the airy mountain,
down the rushy glen,
We daren'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.
Born within the sound of bow bells, a true cockney isn’t it?
The nearest I got to being a cockney was on my father’s side of the family. My dad was a very tall man and he was born with bow legs.
He worked as a waiter in a restaurant in London and he was very efficient when they were busy because he didn’t have to walk around the tables.