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 favours, 
   In those freckles live their savours: 
   I must go seek some dew-drops here, 
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.