The Riverside song book/To Mother Fairie
TO MOTHER FAIRIE.
Alice Cary. Unknown.
(Air: What’s a’ the steer, Kimmer?)
1. Good old moth - er Fair - ie, Sit - ting by your
2. To chase a - way the shad-ows That make her moan and
fire, Have you an - y lit - tle folk
weep, To sing her lov - ing lul - la - bies, And
You would like to hire? I want no chub - by drudg- es To
kiss her eyes a - sleep; And when in dreams she reach- es For
milk, and churn, and spin, Nor old and wrink-led Brown-ies, With
pleas - ures dead and gone, To hold her was - ted fin - gers. And
gris - ly beards, and thin: But pa - tient lit - tle
make the rings stay on. They must be ver - y
peo - ple, With hands of bus - y care, And
cun - ning To make the fu - ture shine Like
gen - tle speech, and lov - ing hearts; Say, have you such to spare?
leaves, and flow’rs, and strawber-ries, A grow - ing on one vine;
I know a poor, pale bod - y, Who can - not sleep at night,
So good old moth-er Fai - rie. Since now my need you know,
And I want the lit - tle peo-ple To keep her cham - ber bright.
Tell me, have you a - ny folk, Who are wise e- nough to go?