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The Leprechaun
by Robert Dwyer
Joyce
In a shady nook one moonlit night,
A
leprechaun I spied
In scarlet coat and cap of green,
A cruiskeen by his
side.
Twas tick, tack, tick, his hammer went,
Upon a weeny shoe,
And I
laughed to think of a purse of gold,
But the fairy was laughing
too.
With tiptoe step and beating heart,
Quite softly I drew
nigh.
There was mischief in his merry face,
A twinkle in his eye;
He
hammered and sang with tiny voie,
And sipped the mountain dew;
Oh! I
laughed to think he was caught at last,
But the fairy was laughing
too.
As quick as thought I grasped the elf,
"You're fairy purse," I
cried,
"My purse?" he said, "tis in her hand,
That lady by your
side."
I turned to look, the elf was off,
And what was I to do?
Oh! I
laughed to think what a fool I'd been,
And, the fairy was laughing
too.
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