They’ll Never Believe It’s True/Froggy’s Jig

Lyrics

Travelling over the road at night I thought I saw a Faerie-light I thought I heard a piper on the breeze that gently blew I stepped under a bush for only a while To consider his quaint old fashioned style And as I'd been travelling many a mile I watered the grass that greenly grew A procession appeared from under the hill Amazed I admired their magical skill The piper, old and creaky, with his drones and chanter too Whenever he'd come to the end of a bar He'd whistle and giggle and call for his jar Of snuff, and goggle at my guitar And go "diddle-eye-dolee-oo Dazzled and frazzled I crouched in fright In the midst of a Faerie building site I saw by their faces, the workers wages were woefully overdue I enquired as to whether or nay I'd a chance Of obtaining admission to their dance They said so long as I'd jacket and pants I'd be welcome to join the queue Right then I saw herself at last Shee of the future, present and past I heard the pounding of percussion as my heart beat its tattoo She flashed her feathers in frosty fright "How is a human here at night ?" I held my breath and to my delight I didn't know what to do She invited me in to her Faerie ring She asked me did I dance or sing I said I'd sung from Connemara to Kathmandu She took my hand in a manner serene And gave to me this plectrum green The sweetest neatest thing I'd seen And with a "pling" to my fingers it flew "Its time for tune, now Froggy, a song" I invite the human to play along They all jumped up at her command in every shade and hue Ethereal dancers did appear Imperial pixies loud and clear Now listen ! You may call me queer But I wouldn't advise ye do We danced the Hop, the Jig and the Reel A hornpipe set, quite surreal We lashed out "Rakish Paddy" and she joined in on the kazoo A wizard, a lizard, a weasel and stoat An old brown owl and a giddy old goat Created a vision of crystal precision And I had a bird's-eye view She dressed me up in leather and lace Danced on the table and tickled me face I told her I was able but I didn't want to woo She said she'd show me East and West I remarked on the depth to which I was impressed She blessed me then for being her guest And I bade them all adieu Travelling over the road at night I thought I saw a faerie-light I thought I heard a piper on the breeze that gently blew I still maintain my plectrum green An object that rarely if ever was seen Given to me by a faerie queen But they'll never believe its true!