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Come, follow, follow me,
Ye fairy elves that be;
Lightly tripping on the greene,
Follow Mab your Fairy Queene!
Hand in hand we’ll dance arounde,
For this place is fairy grounde.
O’er tops of dewie 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.
