Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough
All we Fairies that do run
By the triple Hecates' beam
From the presence of the Sun
Follow darkness as a dream
Over hill, over dale
Over park, over pale
Thorough flood, thorough fire
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough
All we Fairies that do run
By the triple Hecates' beam
From the presence of the Sun
Follow darkness as a dream
Over hill, over dale
Over park, over pale
Thorough flood, thorough fire
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