Come unto these yellow sands

Come unto these yellow sands, and then take hands;
                    curtsied when you have and kissed the wild waves whist,
                    foot it featly here and there;
                    and, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
                    Hark! Hark! Bow-wow!
                    The watchdogs bark.
                    Bow-wow-wow-wow!
                    I hear the strain of the strutting chanticleer cry
                    cock-a-diddle-dow! Cock-a-diddle-dow!