Roger Quilter - 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 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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