Fairy Land III

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands:

Court’sied when you have, and kiss’d,–

The wild waves whist,–

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.

Hark, hark!

Bow, wow,

The watch-dogs bark:

Bow, wow.

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer

Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!