Fairies
COME unto these yellow sands,And then take hands:Courtsied when you have, and kissed,The wild waves whist,Foot it featly here and there;And sweet Sprites the burthen bear.Hark, hark!Bow-bow.The watch-dogs bark:Bow-wow.Hark, hark! I hearThe strain of strutting chanticleerCry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!