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Lo, as he spoke my blood grew chill,
    The spell no longer bound me,
The impish chorus now was still
    And silence reigned around me.
The ghostly lobster disappeared;
My heart of base desire was cleared.

But, to this day, I feel a thrill
    'Mid tins upon the shingle;
I seem to hear that chorus shrill:
    "Young man, go forth and mingle!"
But then I hear the lobster's voice,
And, knowing I am saved, rejoice.