Faury 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!