A Fairy Song - Woods of Birnam

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