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 But, swift as dreams, myself I found
 * Within the Pilot's boat.

Upon the whirl, where sank the Ship,
 * The boat spun round and round:

And all was still, save that the hill
 * Was telling of the sound.

I mov'd my lips: the Pilot shriek'd
 * And fell down in a fit.

The Holy Hermit rais'd his eyes
 * And pray'd where he did sit.

I took the oars: the Pilot's boy,
 * Who now doth crazy go,

Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while
 * His eyes went to and fro,

"Ha! ha!" quoth he—"full plain I see,
 * "The devil knows how to row."