Queen Mab
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โฑ๏ธ 2:45 duration
๐ ID: 9012768
๐ Lyrics
Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
But 'tis no wit to go
Why, may one ask?
I dream'd a dream tonight
And so did I
Well, what was yours?
That dreamers often lie
In bed asleep, while they do dream things true
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you
She is the fairies' midwife
Her traces of the smallest spider's web
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid
And in this state she gallops night by night
Ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream
Then he dreams of another benefice
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck
And then he dreams of cutting foreign throats
Drums in his ear at which he starts and wakes
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again
This is she, this is she
Peace, Mercutio, peace
Thou talk'st of nothing
Are you okay?
I'll be fine
God, Jason, you're flying
Guys, come on
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
But 'tis no wit to go
Why, may one ask?
I dream'd a dream tonight
And so did I
Well, what was yours?
That dreamers often lie
In bed asleep, while they do dream things true
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you
She is the fairies' midwife
Her traces of the smallest spider's web
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid
And in this state she gallops night by night
Ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream
Then he dreams of another benefice
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck
And then he dreams of cutting foreign throats
Drums in his ear at which he starts and wakes
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again
This is she, this is she
Peace, Mercutio, peace
Thou talk'st of nothing
Are you okay?
I'll be fine
God, Jason, you're flying
Guys, come on
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.99] Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word
[00:07.36] If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
[00:09.46] Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
[00:12.03] Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
[00:16.95] But 'tis no wit to go
[00:21.91] Why, may one ask?
[00:25.58] I dream'd a dream tonight
[00:30.04] And so did I
[00:32.49] Well, what was yours?
[00:34.23] That dreamers often lie
[00:37.69] In bed asleep, while they do dream things true
[00:44.02] O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you
[00:49.26] She is the fairies' midwife
[00:52.36] Her traces of the smallest spider's web
[00:55.97] Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid
[00:59.32] And in this state she gallops night by night
[01:03.05] Ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream
[01:07.44] Then he dreams of another benefice
[01:13.42] Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck
[01:17.64] And then he dreams of cutting foreign throats
[01:23.10] Drums in his ear at which he starts and wakes
[01:26.81] And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
[01:31.22] And sleeps again
[01:34.62] This is she, this is she
[01:38.53] Peace, Mercutio, peace
[01:41.10] Thou talk'st of nothing
[01:44.38] Are you okay?
[01:46.37] I'll be fine
[01:48.46] God, Jason, you're flying
[01:53.70] Guys, come on
[01:54.73]
[00:07.36] If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
[00:09.46] Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
[00:12.03] Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
[00:16.95] But 'tis no wit to go
[00:21.91] Why, may one ask?
[00:25.58] I dream'd a dream tonight
[00:30.04] And so did I
[00:32.49] Well, what was yours?
[00:34.23] That dreamers often lie
[00:37.69] In bed asleep, while they do dream things true
[00:44.02] O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you
[00:49.26] She is the fairies' midwife
[00:52.36] Her traces of the smallest spider's web
[00:55.97] Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid
[00:59.32] And in this state she gallops night by night
[01:03.05] Ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream
[01:07.44] Then he dreams of another benefice
[01:13.42] Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck
[01:17.64] And then he dreams of cutting foreign throats
[01:23.10] Drums in his ear at which he starts and wakes
[01:26.81] And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
[01:31.22] And sleeps again
[01:34.62] This is she, this is she
[01:38.53] Peace, Mercutio, peace
[01:41.10] Thou talk'st of nothing
[01:44.38] Are you okay?
[01:46.37] I'll be fine
[01:48.46] God, Jason, you're flying
[01:53.70] Guys, come on
[01:54.73]