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A siren, risen on Erin’s strands,
Caught Pat’s heart in her meshes;
He left the reins in Cupid’s hands,
And watched her rinse her tresses;
Tresses of resin coloured gold,
Veiling, like any frock,
A tail which, as it did unfold,
Gave to poor Pat a shock.
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