Three Shakespeare choruses

Over hill, over dale,
  Thorough bush, thorough briar,
Over park, over pale,
  Thorough flood, thorough fire
I do wander everywhere.

Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Curtsied when you have and kissed,
The wild waves whist:
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.

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Oberon
 Through the house give glimmering light, 
 By the dead and drowsy fire; 
 Every elf and fairy sprite 
 Hop as light as bird from brier; 
 And this ditty, after me, 
 Sing and dance it trippingly. 

Titania
 First rehearse your song by rote, 
 To each word a warbling note: 
 Hand in hand, with fairy grace, 
 Will we sing, and bless this place.