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 favorites,< /p>
In those freckles live their savors:
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Over the hills, across the valleys,
Through the thorns, through the bushes,
Over the parks, over the fences,
Through the floods, Through the fire,
I roam the corners of the earth,
Swifter than the moon in the sky;
I serve the King of Fairies,
Sprinkle clear dew on the grass on her celestial body:
The tall yellow-flowered nine-wheel grass is her bodyguard;
They wear uniforms speckled with gold;< /p>
Those are rubies, the favorite of fairies,
The taste is in those spots:
I will look for some dew here,
Put pearls on the ears of each goldenrod.