Emerald fields below;
A silver stream on a golden strand, -
Such are the treasures of Elfin land.
The king sits high on his throne therein,
His courtiers ranged around;
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A pompous young chamberlain leads me in,
And bows him to the ground.
How the queer little people open their eyes,
To see a beast of such wondrous size!
Some slight formalities are o'er;
Then follows the king's decree,
Which those acquainted with Scottish lore
Know equally well with me.
Whoso sleeps in the Fairy Ring
Must aye be slave to the Elfin king.
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