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The lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, and gurly grew the sea “I fear not sign,” quoth the grisly elf, “that is made with bloody hands” 84 He turned him round; but still it hung behind him 158 But springing up, he raised his club, and aimed a dreadful blow 318

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One Friday morn when we set sail,

Not very far from land,

We there did espy a fair pretty maid

With a comb and a glass in her hand, her hand, her hand,

With a comb and a glass in her hand.

While the raging seas did roar,

And the stormy winds did blow,

While we jolly sailor-boys were up into the top,

And the land-lubbers lying down below, below, below,

And the land-lubbers lying down below.

Then up starts the captain of our gallant ship,

And a brave young man was he:

“I’ve a wife and a child in fair Bristol town,

But a widow I fear she will be.”

Then up starts the mate of our gallant ship,