The Fairy Rock at Gallu-gillee 0 comments

Saturday, May 6th 2006, by Marissa A Spencer do you believe? Illustration by Brian Froud The Fairy Rock at Gallu-gillee The Fairy Rock at Gallu-gillee Was home to the wee folk by the sea Magic dwelth 'neath the peat and stone So best you leave that place alone Townsfolk came to visit one day To this quaint village by the bay They drank and heard the tales of old And in their drink they became too bold "Let's visit the wee folk tonight", they boasted. "Maybe we'll call on the Elf King!" they toasted. Much protest and warning the villagers cried. "The last to go there are missing or died!" "Surely, we cannot believe such nonesense you see" "No such things exist 'neath the Gallu-gillee." "Mark my warning words", and old man said. "We will find you tomorrow, missing or dead." They heard enough of the old man's tricks To the Rock they headed with tools and picks Laughing and drinking they sang their way Hoping to carouse 'til the break of day The villagers lit candles and prayed all night To the ancient ones to leave things all right The morning came and the villagers woke Gazing up to the rock, nobody spoke. They all went together to Rock just to see What befell the townsfolk at Gallu-gillee One they found at the base of the rock Mumbling and thrashing, unable to talk Another was dead; a ghastly look on his face The others were gone, with ne'er a trace The villagers buried the one that had died A warning unheeded, but at least they tried (c) May 4th 2006 Marissa A Spencer

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