Come unto these yellow sands

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands:

Courtsied when you have and kiss'd

The wild waves whist,

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.

Hark, hark!

The watch-dogs bark!

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer

Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.