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!

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