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Fairy Land III
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Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, —
The wild waves whist, —
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
Hark, hark!
Bow, wow,
The watch – dogs bark:
Bow, wow.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock – a – diddle – dow!
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