Fairies

COME unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kissed, The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And sweet Sprites the burthen bear. Hark, hark! Bow-bow. The watch-dogs bark: Bow-wow. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!