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2010 Poetry Theme Challenges#06 Fairyfolk - Leprechaun |
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Top of the morning to you! The leprechaun is a type of fairy in Irish folklore and like many fairy-folk has long been associated with the Tuatha Dé Danaan. They are neither wholly good or wholly evil but are considered to be the degenerates of the fairy world. So the challenge as we approach St Patrick's Day - poems featuring the leprechaun. Fairy charms work well with refrain poetry and of course all the Celtic forms. The luck of the Irish be with you. Jem XXXX |
Leprechaun
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Divena CollinsThe Leprechaun King of the fae A most mischievous little green man The joy of Erins Saint Patrick day And the pride of old Irelands clan. He plays the fiddle, and jigs all day Drinks more poteen than he can, The Leprechaun King of the fae A most mischievous little green man. His pot of gold is hidden away He`s the richest in all the land Luck is a shamrock in his hand This little green man is they say The Leprechaun King of the fae.  Leprechaun dance, Leprechaun dance. back to list |
Maggie Cusick He is the thief of arts Stealing colours from a rainbow orange from the sun palest yellow from the moon green from trees deepest blue from the ocean, to paint a magic circle in which to capture fairies who must dance for his pleasure. back to list |
Ryter RoethicalThey seek him here They seek him there They seek Horace the leprechaun everywhere His pot of gold is what they seek The thought of it makes their knees week And cunning though they think they are He sees them coming from afar And laughs and thinks I’ll have some fun For he’s got them beat, everyone. Too many years men have tried And for a while he did abide But that pot o gold they were all denied. Until one day a simple Aussie came He wasn’t out to make a name. Rather a challenge had been sent And to that his task was bent. He wasn’t out to show he was the besson Just that little twerp needed a lesson. So one day Horace and he met up And on pints of Guinness began to sup. Although Aussie was a drinking man To beat him this way was not his plan But he plied himself to the task at hand The conceited Horace thought this was grand. Matching the Aussie pot for pot When he’d had enough off he’d trot Leaving Aussie laying on the ground And when he woke, He’d have to pay for every round. In a while he saw Aussie knew no more Seeing him sink to the bar-room floor. Horace grabbed hold of his golden pot And to his den he began to trot. Thinking once more he’d done it again, Feeling even more contemptuous of men. A hundred yards he’d gone When the Aussie sang And from his jacket Drew out a boomerang. Horace didn’t know a thing aboutem Till it flew and his head did cloutem And that was how a simple Aussie Showed a Leprechaun who was bossie. The morals of this rhyme are clear; Never try to best an Aussie when drinking beer, Avoid bludging Elves that never shout a round Bragging about pots of gold to be found. And now I heard a Leprechaun as he sang; “Beware of an Aussie with a boomerang.”  ----- Tie the Leprechaun Down There's an old Australian stockman lying dying And he gets himself up onto one elbow And he turns to his mates who are gathered around And he says: Watch me Gold pot please, mate Watch me Gold pot please It’s a valuable thing, mate Watch me Gold pot please All together now Tie that Leprechaun down, sport Tie that Leprechaun down Tie that Leprechaun down, sport Tie that Leprechaun down Don’t let him make you a fool mate, Don’t let him make you a fool Just play it bloody cool mate Don’t let him make you a fool All together now Tie that Leprechaun down, sport Tie that Leprechaun down Tie that Leprechaun down, sport Tie that Leprechaun down Keep him from me koala’s back, Jack Keep him from me koala’s back He’ll disappear out on the track, Jack Keep him from me koala’s back All together now Tie that Leprechaun down, sport Tie that Leprechaun down Tie that Leprechaun down, sport Tie that Leprechaun down Let the aboes go loose, Lou Let the aboes go loose They're of no further use, Lou So let the aboes go loose All together now Tie that Leprechaun down, sport Tie that Leprechaun down Tie that Leprechaun down, sport Tie that Leprechaun down Don’t let him weave and duck, Bill Don’t let him weave and duck Oh, don't let him go running amuck, Bill Don’t let him weave and duck All together now Tie that Leprechaun down, sport Tie that Leprechaun down Tie that Leprechaun down, sport Tie that Leprechaun down Play your didgeridoo, Blue Play your didgeridoo Oh, like keep playing till I shoot through, Blue Play your didgeridoo All together now Tie that Leprechaun down, sport Tie that Leprechaun down Tie that Leprechaun down, sport Tie that Leprechaun down Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred Tan me hide when I'm dead So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde And that's it hanging on the shed All together now Tie that Leprechaun down, sport Tie that Leprechaun down Tie that Leprechaun down, sport Tie that Leprechaun down Original version written by Rolf Harris Released by Epic Records in 1963; playing time, 3:02 First became a top seller in England and Australia in 1961 Reached #3 on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1963 Bastardised by Terry Clitheroe 17 March 2010-03-17 Happy St Patrick’s Day back to list |
Nia WynneLeprechaun dance, Leprechaun dance Just for the spot, dance and cavort! When he be good he's so fancy, When he be bad he's no good sport. But looking for a new Irish port Sends sweet notes to each pretty lass. Leprechaun dance, Leprechaun dance Just for the sport, dance and cavort! For an epithet none shall court His name as Great, but look askance, His mischievous ways of parlance An idiom by means, an art. Leprechaun dance, Leprechaun dance. back to list |
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