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Fairy's Wander-Song

    Over hill, over dale,
          Thorough bush, thorough brier,
     Over park, over pale,
          Thorough flood, thorough fire.
     I do wander everywhere,
     Swifter than the moone'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 savors:
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

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