William Shakespeare

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!