Over hill, over dale
Thorough bush, thorough briar
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:
I must go seek some dew-drops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear