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{{Pub|1|1875|in ''[[Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 4]]''|no=118}}
{{Pub|1|1875|in ''[[Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 4]]''|no=118}}


'''Description:''' The source attributes the lyrics to Shakespeare, but most other sources regard them as anonymous.
'''Description:''' The source attributes the lyrics to Shakespeare, but most other sources regard them as anonymous. The first two and the last verse of a longer poem are set.


'''External websites:'''
'''External websites:'''

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  • (Posted 2019-07-14)  CPDL #54776:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-07-14).   Score information: A4, 7 pages, 112 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Fairy song
Composer: Agnes Zimmermann
Lyricist: Anonymous

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 4, no. 118

Description: The source attributes the lyrics to Shakespeare, but most other sources regard them as anonymous. The first two and the last verse of a longer poem are set.

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Original text and translations

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Come, follow, follow me,
You, fairy elves that be,
Which circle on the green,
Come, follow Mab, your queen!
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 unespied,
Through keyholes we do glide;
Over tables, stools, and shelves,
We trip it with our fairy elves.

On tops of dewy grass
So nimbly do we pass,
The young and tender stalk
Ne’er bends when we do walk;
Yet in the morning may be seen
Where we the night before have been.