Part 7 — IN WHICH THE RIVER LEAPS A SUDDEN CLIFF AND BECOMES A CATARACT
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Ay cross your brow and cross your breast For never again ye'll smile, Sir Hugh! Ye flouted them that loved ye best, Now ye must drink as ye did brew. Syne she was warm against your side, And now she's singing the rising moon, She'll float in on the floating tide, And ye'll hold her soon and ye'll lose her soon!
Sir Hugh and the Mermaiden.