Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere
Swifter than the moon’s sphere
— everywhere
Swifter than the moon’s sphere
And I serve / and I serve the fairy queen
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere
Swifter than the moon’s sphere
— everywhere
Swifter than the moon’s sphere
And I serve / and I serve the fairy queen
And I serve the fairy queen
To dew her orbs upon the green
The cowslips tall her pensioners be
In their old 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 cowlip’s ear
And I serve / and I serve the fairy Queen