The Song of the Ragged Robin Fairy

In wet marshy meadows

A tattered piper strays-

Ragged, ragged Robin;

On thin reeds he plays.

He asks for no payment;

He plays, for delight,

A tune for the fairies

To dance to, at night.

They nod and they whisper,

And say, looking wise,

"A princeling is Robin,

For all his disguise!