Ariel's Songs I HERE the bee sucks there suck I: There I couch, when owls do cry: After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough! -William Shakespeare. "Come unto these yellow sands ” 2 OME unto these yellow sands, Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet Sprites, the burthen bear. Bow-bow. The watch-dogs bark: Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow ! |