By William Shakspere
Come unto these yellow sands,And then take hands:Courtesied when you have and kissedThe wild waves whist,Foot it featly here and there;And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.Hark, hark!"Bow-wow,"The watch-dog's bark:"Bow-wow."Hark, hark! I hearThe strain of strutting chanticleerCry, "Cock-a-diddle-dow!"
Come unto these yellow sands,And then take hands:Courtesied when you have and kissedThe wild waves whist,Foot it featly here and there;And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.Hark, hark!"Bow-wow,"The watch-dog's bark:"Bow-wow."Hark, hark! I hearThe strain of strutting chanticleerCry, "Cock-a-diddle-dow!"
Come unto these yellow sands,And then take hands:Courtesied when you have and kissedThe wild waves whist,Foot it featly here and there;And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.Hark, hark!"Bow-wow,"The watch-dog's bark:"Bow-wow."Hark, hark! I hearThe strain of strutting chanticleerCry, "Cock-a-diddle-dow!"
Whĭst: still; quiet.Fēat´ly̆: nimbly.Sprītes: spirits; fairies.Bûr´den: the chorus of a song.
Whĭst: still; quiet.Fēat´ly̆: nimbly.Sprītes: spirits; fairies.Bûr´den: the chorus of a song.