Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

The Fairies - Poem by Robert Herrick

If ye will with Mab find grace,
Set each platter in his place;
Rake the fire up, and get
Water in, ere sun be set.
Wash your pails and cleanse your dairies,
Sluts are loathsome to the fairies;
Sweep your house; Who doth not so,
Mab will pinch her by the toe.

Topic(s) of this poem: fairy


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Monday, March 2, 2015


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