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Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands,— Curtsied when you have and kiss'd; (The wild waves whist)— Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! Bough wough, The watchdog's bark, Bough wough, Hark, hark, I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer, Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo. |