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38 forgotten by the time another Ulster poet, John Hewitt, almost single-handedly revived Allingham’s poetry in the latter half of the twentieth-century. If however, Allingham’s poetry is only now beginning to be re-established; his poem ‘The Fairies’ has become an influential example of the depiction of fairies in contemporary culture. ‘The Fairies Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren’t go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl’s feather! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home, They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain-lake, With frogs for their watchdogs, All night awake. High on the hill-top The old King sits; He is now so old and grey He’s nigh lost his wits. With a bridge of white mist Columbkill he crosses, On his stately journeys From Slieveleague to Rosses; Or going up with the music On cold starry nights,