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Fairies at Marbles.
Fairies play at marbles:
When the moon is bright,
You may see them rolling
All the summer night.
When the moon is bright,
You may see them rolling
All the summer night.
When the wood is quiet,
They blow the fairy horn;
With little green peas for marbles,
They play among the corn.
They blow the fairy horn;
With little green peas for marbles,
They play among the corn.
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When you find a pea-pod
On the vine, all bare,
With the little marbles gone,
The fairies have been there.
On the vine, all bare,
With the little marbles gone,
The fairies have been there.
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