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159 The Ice was here, the Ice was there,

The Ice was all around:

It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd—

A wild and ceaseless sound.

At length did cross an Albatross,

Thorough the Fog it came;

As if it had been a Christian Soul,

We hail'd it in God's name.

The Mariners gave it biscuit-worms,

And round and round it flew:

The Ice did split with a Thunder-fit;

The Helmsman steer'd us thro'.

And a good south wind sprung up behind,

The Albatross did follow;

And every day for food or play

Came to the Mariner's hollo!