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 With a golden comb sits combing, And ever the while sings she A marvellous song through the gloaming Of magical melody.

It hath caught the boatman, and bound him In the spell of a wild sad love; He sees not the rocks around him, He sees only her above.

The waves through the pass sweep swinging, But boatman or boat is none; And this with her mighty singing The hath done.

sadly through the stern ravine There a horseman brave: "Ah! draw I near to my darling's arms, Or near to the gloomy grave?" The echo answer gave: "To the gloomy grave!"

And as the horseman onward rode A deep sigh heaved his breast: Errata