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Come, follow, follow me,
You, fairy elves that be,
Which circle on the green,
Come, follow Mab, your queen!
Hand in hand let’s dance around,
For this place is fairy ground.
When mortals are at rest,
And snoring in their nest,
Unheard and unespied,
Through keyholes we do glide;
Over tables, stools, and shelves,
We trip it with our fairy elves.
On tops of dewy grass
So nimbly do we pass,
The young and tender stalk
Ne’er bends when we do walk;
Yet in the morning may be seen
Where we the night before have been.
