Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over, pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire.
I do wander everywhere
Swifter than the moon's sphere.
And I serve the fairy queen
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be.
In their gold coats spots you see.
Those be rubies, fairy favors.
In those freckles live their favors.
I must go seek some drewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslop's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits. I'll be gone.
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
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