Over hill, over dale,Through bush, through briar,Over park, over pale,Through flood, through 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.Shakespeare
Over hill, over dale,Through bush, through briar,Over park, over pale,Through flood, through 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.Shakespeare
Over hill, over dale,Through bush, through briar,Over park, over pale,Through flood, through 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.Shakespeare
Over hill, over dale,Through bush, through briar,Over park, over pale,Through flood, through 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.
Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through briar,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, through 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.
Shakespeare
Shakespeare