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letra de they’ll never believe it’s true/froggy’s jig - andy irvine

travelling over the road at night
i thought i saw a faerie-light
i thought i heard a piper on the breeze that gently blew
i stepped under a bush for only a while
to consider his quaint old fashioned style
and as i’d been travelling many a mile
i watered the grass that greenly grew

a procession appeared from under the hill
amazed i admired their magical sk!ll
the piper, old and creaky, with his drones and chanter too
whenever he’d come to the end of a bar
he’d whistle and giggle and call for his jar
of snuff, and goggle at my guitar
and go “diddle-eye-dolee-oo

dazzled and frazzled i crouched in fright
in the midst of a faerie building site
i saw by their faces, the workers wages were woefully overdue
i enquired as to whether or nay i’d a chance
of obtaining admission to their dance
they said so long as i’d jacket and pants
i’d be welcome to join the queue

right then i saw herself at last
shee of the future, present and past
i heard the pounding of percussion as my heart beat its tattoo
she flashed her feathers in frosty fright
“how is a human here at night ?”
i held my breath and to my delight
i didn’t know what to do
she invited me in to her faerie ring
she asked me did i dance or sing
i said i’d sung from connemara to kathmandu
she took my hand in a manner serene
and gave to me this plectrum green
the sweetest neatest thing i’d seen
and with a “pling” to my fingers it flew

“its time for tune, now froggy, a song“
i invite the human to play along
they all jumped up at her command in every shade and hue
ethereal dancers did appear
imperial pixies loud and clear
now listen ! you may call me queer
but i wouldn’t advise ye do

we danced the hop, the jig and the reel
a h-rnpipe set, quite surreal
we lashed out “rakish paddy” and she joined in on the kazoo
a wizard, a lizard, a weasel and stoat
an old brown owl and a giddy old goat
created a vision of crystal precision
and i had a bird’s-eye view

she dressed me up in leather and lace
danced on the table and tickled me face
i told her i was able but i didn’t want to woo
she said she’d show me east and west
i remarked on the depth to which i was impressed
she blessed me then for being her guest
and i bade them all adieu
travelling over the road at night
i thought i saw a faerie-light
i thought i heard a piper on the breeze that gently blew
i still maintain my plectrum green
an object that rarely if ever was seen
given to me by a faerie queen
but they’ll never believe its true!

- andy irvine

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