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 Ships the dark seas
 * Went plunging through,

But none brought news
 * Of Lucy's shoe;

And still she patters
 * In silk and leather,

O'er snow, sand, shingle,
 * In every weather;

Spain, and Africa,
 * Hindustan,

Java, China,
 * And lamped Japan;

Plain and desert,
 * She hops — hops through,

Pernambuco
 * To gold Peru;

Mountain and forest,
 * And river too,

All the world over
 * For her lost shoe.