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Cherries of the night are riper / Than the cherries pluckt at noon / Gather to your fairy piper / When he pipes his magic tune: / Merry, merry, / Take a cherry; / Mine are sounder, / Mine are rounder, / Mine are sweeter / For the eater / Under the moon. / And you'll be fairies soon.
In the cherry pluckt at night, / With the dew of summer swelling, / There's a juice of pure delight, / Cool, dark, sweet, divinely smelling. / Merry, merry, / Take a cherry; / Mine are sounder, / Mine are rounder / Mine are sweeter / For the eater / In the moonlight. / And you'll be fairies quite.
When I sound the fairy call, / Gather here in silent meeting, / Chin to knee on the orchard wall, / Cooled with dew and cherries eating. / Merry, merry, / Take a cherry; / Mine are sounder, / Mine are rounder, / Mine are sweeter. / For the eater / When the dews fall. / And you'll be fairies all.