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dance on hills above the wind, And leave our footsteps there behind, Which shall to after ages last, When all our dancing dayes are past.

Sometimes we dance upon the shore To whisteling winds and seas that roare Then wee make the wind to blow, And sett the seas a dancing too.

The thunder’s noise is our delight, And lightning makes us day by night, And in the ayre we dance on high To the loud musick of the sky.