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THE MERMAID

To yon fause stream that, by the sea,

Hides mony an elf and plum,[162]

And rives wi' fearful din the stanes,

A witless knicht did come.

The day shines clear. Far in he's gane,

Whar shells are silver bright;

Fishes war loupin'[163] a' aroun'

An' sparklin' to the light.