THE LEPRECAUN
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If you can catch a Leprecaun you are a made man!
Oho! The Elves of Ireland They dance so hard at night They dance their very shoes away In splendour and delight. God bless their Elemental souls, You cannot see them for the holes! The only Elf in Ireland That has a trade at all It is the cobbler Leprecaun Who makes and mends them all The shoes they dance away by night In green and moony demi-light.
He is the first of cobblers And best of craftsmen too. For why?—He works at happy things By gaiety worn through. God send us each a Leprecaun To mend the heart of us at dawn! He’s caught the secret of the Earth, Sun, wind, and Summer rain To better happy things that pass Or build them up again. They’re few of mortal men that look So far into the Great Green Book. If you can catch a Leprecaun And steal away his cap You’ll maybe get a Pot o’ Gold In an exchange, but hap The Leprecaun has never told His secret—what’s a Pot o’ Gold?
