SHAKESPEARE'S SONGS
From The Tempest.
COME UNTO THESE YELLOW SANDS
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Court'sied when you have and kist,—
The wild waves whist,—
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, hark!
[Burden, dispersedly, within.
Bow, wow.]
The watch-dogs bark:
[Burden, dispersedly, within.
Bow, wow.]
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer.
[Cry: Cock-a-diddle-dow.]
