Part 8 — IN WHICH THE RIVER RUSHES INTO PERILOUS RAPIDS
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Come, my mother that carried me, Make me to-night an olden spell! Try if my witch wife loves the Sea, Or she'll choose the waves or she'll choose for me, Then hey, for heaven or ho, for hell! Circle the Cross on the midnight sand, Heap the fire and mutter the charm, Call her out to ye, soul in hand, Blind and bare to the moon she'll stand, Then out to the sea or in to my arm!
Sir Hugh and the Mermaiden.