Fiary Land III , by William Shakespeare

Fiary 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!

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