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 But never a ripple
 * Nor bubble told

Where he was supping
 * Off plates of gold.

Never an echo
 * Rilled ihrouph the sea

Of the feasting and dancing
 * And minstrelsy.

They called — called — called:
 * Came no reply:

Nought but the ripples'
 * Sandy sigh.

Then glum and silent
 * They sat instead,

Vacantly brooding
 * On home and bed,

Till both together
 * Stood up and said: —

"Us knows not, dreams not,
 * Where you be,

Turvey, unless
 * In the deep blue sea;

But excusing silver —
 * And it comes most willing —

Here's us two paying
 * Our forty shilling;

For it's sartin sure, Turvey,
 * Safe and sound.

You danced us square, Turvey,
 * Off the ground!"