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The Song Book |
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XCVIII
THE FAIRY QUEEN |
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When mortals are at rest, And snoring in their nest, Unheard and unespied, Through key-holes we do glide ; Over tables, stools, and shelves, We trip it, with our fairy elves. |
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And, if the house be foul
With platter, dish, or bowl.
Up stairs we nimbly creep
And find the sluts asleep :
Then we pinch their arms and thighs,
None us hears, nor none espies. |
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But if the house be swept, And from uncleanness kept, |
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