William Shakespeare
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