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THE FAIRY OAK OF CORRIEWATER
The small bird's head is under its wing,
The deep sleeps on the grass,
The moon comes out, and the stars shine down,
The dew gleams like glass:
There is no sound in the world so wide,
Save the sound of the smitten brass,
With the merry cittern and the pipe
Of the fairies as they pass
But oh! the fir maun burn and burn,
And the hour is gone, and will never return.

The green hill cleaves, and forth, with a bound,
Comes elf and elvin steed;
The moon dives down in a golden cloud,
The stars grow dim with dread;
But light is running along the earth,
So of heaven,s they have no need:
O'er moor and and moss with a shout they pass,
And the word is spur and speed-
But the fire maun burn, and I maun quake,
And the hour is gone that will never come back.
this one is also quite long, from a old scottish fairy tale caled Elphin Irving.

Have a book on scottish fairy tales, doesn't seem to have, the fairy flag . Goes from Thomas the Rhymer to The Fairy boy of Leith to The haunted ships.