Come follow me, follow me, 
  You fairy elves that be -- 
  Which circle on the greene, 
  Come follow Mab your Queene. 
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 unespy'd 
  Through key-holes we do glide; 
Over tables, stools, and shelves, 
We trip it with our fairy elves. 

  And if the house be foul, 
  With platter, dish, or bowl, 
  Up stairs we nimbly creep, 
  And find the sluts asleep: 
There we pinch their armes and thighes; 
None escapes, nor none espies 

  But if the house be swept,
  And from uncleanness kept, 
  We praise the household maid, 
  And duly she is paid;
For we use before we goe, 
To drop a tester in her shoe.

  Upon a mushroom's head 
  Our table cloth we spread; 
  A grain of rye or wheat 
  Is manchet which we eat; 
Pearly drops of dew we drink 
In acorn cups fill'd to the brink.

  The brains of nightingales 
  With unctuous fat of snails, 
  Between two cockles stew'd 
  Is meat that's easily chew'd; 
Tailes of wormes, and marrow of mice,
Do make a dish that's wonderous nice.

  The grasshopper, gnat, and fly 
  Serve for our minstrelsie; 
  Grace said we dance awhile, 
  And so the time beguile:
And if the moone doth hide her head, 
The gloe-worm lights us home to bed 

  On tops of dewie grasse 
  So nimbly we do passe, 
  The young and tender stalk 
  Ne'er bends when we do walk; 
Yet in the morning may be seene 
Where we the night before have beene.