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Brief Discourse of the true use of Charact’ring the Degrees, &c

by Thomas Ravenscroft (c1582 - c1635)

?. The urchins' dance
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
By the moon we sport and play,
With the night begins our day:
As we frisk the dew doth fall;
Trip it, little urchins all!
Lightly as the little bee,
Two by two, and three by three;
And about, about go we.

Text Authorship:

  • by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

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?. The fairies' dance
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Dare you haunt our hallow’d green?
None but fairies here are seen.
Down and sleep,
Wake and weep,
Pinch him black, and pinch him blue,
That seeks to steal a lover true!
When you come to hear us sing,
Or to tread our fairy ring,
Pinch him black, and pinch him blue!
O thus our nails shall handle you!

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  • by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

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?. The elves' dance
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Round about in a fair ring-a,
Thus we dance and thus we sing-a;
Trip and go, to and fro,
Over this green-a;
All about, in and out,
Over this green-a.

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See also Falstaff and the fairies

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?. The satyrs' dance
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Round-a, round-a, keep your ring:
To the glorious sun we sing, —
        Ho, ho!
He that wears the flaming rays,
And th’ imperial crown of bays,
Him with shouts and songs we praise —
        Ho, ho!
That in his bounty he’d vouchsafe to grace
The humble sylvans and their shaggy race.

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Total word count: 182
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