This text comes from A First Series of Hymns and Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I crouch when owls do cry:
On the bat's back I do fiy,
After sunset, merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.