"The Pixie's Hat" genre: Folk
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	A jaunty little number following the efforts of some greedy geezer try to nick a hat off one of the 'wee folk'.
	MP3.com CD: SOLID GROUND - buy it! CD: Solid Ground   Label: Humdingermusic Credits: Paul Gill- Guitar, vocal. Maya Preece- vocal. Stevie P- bazouki. John O'Leary- percussion. Fraggle- tin whistle
	Story Behind the Song I wrote this one whilst living in a hammock in the trees at Jesmond Dene, Newcastle- Upon- Tyne, UK, in the summer of 1993. Its a piece of escapism really, it was a way out of what was not a funny time. The trees were about to felled for a new road, and we were trying to stop this through direct action. The road was eventually built. The melody came first, which I composed on an Tin Whistle in F. The words tumbled out over the course of the next few hours. Its one of those songs I no longer perform, except occasionally for children, but it seems to be sung widely by others, which is great. Jonno, who played percussion, was recently playing in Co. Cork in the Republic of Ireland and the band headlining the gig played it, and I met a bloke this summer who'd heard it in Australia. The recording here was made using a stereo condenser mic and a portable DCC recorder on Summer Solstice 1997. We positioned ourselves stategically in Steve's small caravan and did it in two or three takes. I love the vitality of it, I think we played a blinder. Lyrics 1)As I was walking through the woods today/One of the pixie folk I chanced to spy/And on his little head he wore a tidy piece/"Sure, I'll have that hat" says I/Well it was red and green and it was stitched with gold/It was a handsome sight for to behold/And from the point of it there hung two golden bells/One rang high the other low//2)Well he then sang a song it was of trees and beasts/It was a magic song to that I'd swear/For as I then leapt out all for to seize the hat/Sure, he turned into a hare/And then away he ran and I took up the chase, And to be sure it was a hardy race/He twisted here and there did that crafty hare/ I could not long keep up the pace//3)Well I was out of breath could hardly take a step/so I sat down upon a fallen tree/And as I tarried there to rest my weary limbs/Sure I quickly fell asleep/When I'd had fourty winks about an hour had passed/Before I o'ped my eyes again at last/And there to my surprise before my very eyes/The pixie sat upon the grass//4)"Well how d'you do? says he, says he "d'you want my hat?"/And it comes off his head and onto mine/The pixie now bows low and the he disappears/Sure he's laughing all the time/Well I felt fine and bold in red and green and gold/ I felt a handsome sight for to behold/But then when I got home and down the street did roam/ I was embarrassed to be told/ It was made of leaves and stitched with horses hair/ It was a strangely sight for to behold/And from the point of it there dangled acorn shells/And neither made a sound at all

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