SONG IV.
QUEEN MABS INVITATION.
Come follow, follow me, Ye fairy elves that be Light tripping o'er the green, Come follow Mab your queen:Hand in hand we'll dance around,For this place is fairy-ground.
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.
And if the house be foul, With platter, dish, or bowl, Up stairs we nimbly creep, And find the sluts asleep;
