Come Unto These Yellow Sands



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 watch dogs bark: bow-wow.

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting Chanticleer

Cry Cockadiddle-do.



























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