Fairy Piping in Mullagmore
I awake to fairy musicI was woken last night From my slumber By the plaintive cry of pipe music. The sound rose and fell weaving itself around the storm The water crashed Against the sea wall Near the field where I lay This sound must be part of the local legends Of magic fairy piping And children stolen away or swapped My mother had always Joked that I was a changeling As she gazed at my pointed ears. Could I be part of This ancient race? As...