text: _ Over hill over dale Thorough bush thorough brier Over park over pale Thorough flood thorough fire I do wander ever where Swifter than the moones 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 dewdrops here And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear