"There were fairies at the bottom of the garden" can be found in Peggy Grainger's A Mum's (Mostly Musical) Memories. I found it pretty soppy myself as a four-year old tearaway. If I ever came across any fairies at the bottom of my garden in Randsome Avenue, Worcester, I would have probably picked their wings off as I was apt to with other creepy-crawlies which were unfortunate enough to fall victims to my infant maulers. The song was OK for my kid sisters but it never turned me on.
There were fairies at the bottom of our garden.
They often had a dance on summer nights.
Like butterflies and bees made a lovely little breeze
And the rabbit stands about and holds the light.
There's a little wood with moss in it and beetles
And a little stream that quietly runs through.
You wouldn't think they'd dare to go merrymaking there,
Well, the do, yes they do, yes they do.