Thomas Ravenscroft - The Fayries Daunce - текст песни (слова)

Are you haunt our hallowed greene,
 none but Fayries here are seene,
 downe and sleepe, wake and weepe:
 pinch him blacke, and pinch him blew,
 that seekes to steale a Lover true.
 When you come to hear us sing
 or to treade our Fayrie ring,
 pinch him blacke, and pinch him blew,
 O thus our nayles shall handle you.