2 3 4 5 Which circle on the green, Come, follow Mab, your queen. When mortals are at rest, Through keyholes we do glide; And if the house be foul There we pinch their arms and thighs; But if the house be swept, And from uncleanness kept, Upon a mushroom's head Is manchet which we eat; 6 The brains of nightingales, With unctuous fat of snails, Between two cockles stewed, 7 Is meat that's easily chewed; Tails of worms, and marrow of mice, The grasshopper, gnat, and fly, And if the moon doth hide her head, 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. END OF VOL. II. BALLANTYNE AND COMPANY, PRINTERS, EDINBURGH. |