The fary song

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 favours; 

In those freckles live their savours;