Come unto these yellow sands, and then take hands;
curtsied when you have and kissed the wild waves whist,
foot it featly here and there;
and, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark! Hark! Bow-wow!
The watchdogs bark.
Bow-wow-wow-wow!
I hear the strain of the strutting chanticleer cry
cock-a-diddle-dow! Cock-a-diddle-dow!
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