The Fairies' Song.
Wee dance on hills above the wind,
And leave our footsteps there behind,
Which shall to after ages last,
When all our dancing dayes are past.
Sometimes we dance upon the shore
To whisteling winds and seas that roare
Then wee make the wind to blow,
And sett the seas a dancing too.
The thunder’s noise is our delight,
And lightning makes us day by night,
And in the ayre we dance on high
To the loud musick of the sky.
About the moone we make a ring,
And falling stars we wanton fling
Like squibbs and rocketts, for a toy,
While what frights others is our joy.
But when wee would hunt away our cares,
Wee boldly mount the galloping spheares;
And riding so from east to west,
Wee chace each nimble zodiac beast.
Thus, giddy growen, wee make our beds,
With thick black clouds to rest our heads,
And flood the earth with our darke showers,
That did but sprinkle these our bowers.
Thus having done with orbs and sky,
Those mighty spaces vast and high,
Then downe we come, and take the shapes,
Sometimes of cats, sometimes of apes.
Next turn'd to mites in cheese, forsooth,
Wee gett into some hollow tooth,
Wherein, as in a Christmasse hall,
Wee frisk and dance the devil and all.
Then we change our wily features
Into yett far smaller creatures,
And dance in joynts of gowty toes,
To painfull tunes of groans and woes.