The Lay of the Little Lady. (A Ballad of Mull)

In a tiny bay,
Where ships lie sure and steady,
In a quiet way
Lives a tiny lady;
In a tiny house
Dwells my little fairy,
Gentle as a mouse,
Blythe as a canary.

Travelling I have been
In distant and in nigh lands,
And wonders many seen
In Lowlands and in Highlands;
But never since the days
When fairies were quite common,
Did human vision gaze
On such a dear, small woman!

On the deep sea's brim,
In beauty quite excelling,
White, and tight, and trim,
Stands my lady's dwelling.
Stainless is the door,
With shiny polish glowing;
A little plot before,
With pinks and sweet peas growing.