Come unto these yellow sands

Come unto these yellow sands,

Then take hands:

Curtsied when you have and kissed,

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.