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Lo, as he spoke my blood grew chill, The spell no longer bound me, The impish chorus now was still And silence reigned around me. The ghostly lobster disappeared; My heart of base desire was cleared.

But, to this day, I feel a thrill 'Mid tins upon the shingle; I seem to hear that chorus shrill: ''"Young man, go forth and mingle!" '' But then I hear the lobster's voice, And, knowing I am saved, rejoice.