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Over
hill, over dale
Thorough bush, thorough
brier,
Over park, over
pale,
Thorough flood, thorough
fire,
I do wander
everywhere,
Swifter than the
moonè's sphere; |
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Swifter than the
moonè'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; |
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Those be rubies,
fairy favours,
In those freckles
live their savours:
I must go seek some
dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl
in every cowslip's ear. |
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