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In a shady nook one moonlit night, A leprahaun I spied In scarlet coat and cap of green, A cruiskeen by his side. 'Twas tick, tack, tick, his hammer went, Upon a weeny shoe, And I laughed to think of a purse of gold, But the fairy was laughing too. With tip-toe step and beating heart, Quite softly I drew night. There was mischief in his merry face, A twinkle in his eye; He hammered and sang with tiny voice, And sipped the mountain dew; Oh! I laughed to think he was caught at last, But the fairy was laughing, too. As quick as thought I grasped the elf, "Your fairy purse," I cried, "My purse?" said he, "'tis in her hand, That lady by your side." I turned to look, the elf was off, And what was I to do? Oh! I laughed to think what a fool I'd been, And, the fairy was laughing too.