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 spirits the burden bear.
Hark! hark! bow-wough,
The watchdogs bark, bow-waugh!
Hark! hark I hear the strain
Of strutting chanticleer
Cry ‘cock-a-doodle-doo!’