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Come, follow, follow me,
Ye, fairy elves that be:
Light tripping o’er the greene,
Come follow Mab your queene.
Hand in hand we’ll dance around,
For this place is fairye ground.
O’er tops of grasse
So nimbly do we passe,
The young and tender stalk
Ne’er bends where we do walk:
Yet in the morning may be seen
Where we the night before have been.
