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Nay, nay, There's now no practicable way; The footbridge as I came across Was broken by the foaming foss.

Unmoor the boat.

It can't be done; O'er rock and reef the breakers run.

Down sweeps a blast! See, at a stroke The whole fjord vanishes in smoke!

With waves so wild and wind so rough, The Dean would put the service off.

A sinful soul that nears its end Waits not until the weather mend!

[Goes down to a boat and looses the sail.]

You'll risk the boat?

I will; but stay!

Now, who will risk his life, I say!

I'll not go with him.