JM - Lightly She whipped o'er the dales

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Lightly She whipped o'er the dales, 
Making the woods proud with her presence; 
Gently She trode the flowers, and they as gently kissed her tender feet. 
The birds in their best language bade her welcome, 
Being proud that Oriana heard their song. 
The clove-foot Satyrs singing, made music to the Fauns a-dancing, 
And both together, with an emphasis, sang Oriana's praises 
Whilst the adjoining woods with melody did entertain their sweet harmony. 

Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana, 
Long live fair Oriana!

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