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156 But still he holds the wedding guest—

There was a Ship, quoth he—

"Nay; if thou'st got a laughsome tale,

"Mariner! come with me."

He holds him with his skinny hand,

Quoth he, there was a Ship—

"Now get thee hence, thou grey-beard Loon!

"Or my Staff shall make thee skip.

He holds him with his glittering eye—

The wedding guest stood still

And listens like a three year's child;

The Mariner hath his will.

The wedding-guest sate on a stone,

He cannot chuse but hear:

And thus spake on that ancient man,

The bright-eyed Mariner.