Queen of fairey land

Kate was the queen upon that merry night 
& rode upon the waggon drest in white 
The stranger oft looked up to see her stand 
& smiling called her “queen of fairey land”

That harvest supper we had morts of fun 
& Farmer Sparks was there a neighbours son 
He was her fathers choice who dreamed of gain 
& talked of marriage as he would of grain 
He vainly tryed young Kittys smiles to share 
& next her without bidding took his chair 
Full oft with gracious simperings looking up 
To drink to Kitty oer the silver cup

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