William Allingham

And let's hear it now.

The Fairies by William Allingham Up the Erie Mountain and down the rushy glen.

We don't go a-hunting for fear of little men.

We folk, good folk, trooping all together.

They talk in posh southern English accents, go horse riding.

Granddad walks around quoting William Allingham's The Fairies like some Oxbridge poetry grad.

Mom can afford expensive holidays to the Caribbean and a place in London.

The house in Derbyshire looks like the nicest one around for miles, with its own wine cellar to boot.