If I were creating Dance Music, that's what I'd aim for..
http://www.google.com/search?q=The+King+of+the+Faeries
from the google search:
> Digital Tradition Mirror
> King of the Faeries
>
> King of the Faeries
>
> Up the airy mountain, through 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.
>
> By the craggy hillside, through the mosses bare
> They've planted thorn trees for pleasure here and there.
> Is any man so daring as to dig them up in spite
> He'll find the sharpest thorns in his bed at night.
>
> High up on the hill top the old king sits
> He's now so old and grey he's nearly lost his wits
> He's rising with the music on the cold starry night
> To sup with the queen of the gay north light.
>
> Trad. Irish
> CH
>
> Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!
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