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When the night is dark and grey,
And boats to harbour go to stay,
When the wind whips round your door
And even seagulls refuse to soar,
Then you'll hear the eerie sound
At sea, of mermaids all around
Singing of their loves and woes
Sit on rock the maids in rows.
Singing with a certain flair
While combing down their flaxen hair.
While others swim in coloured waves
Of black and gold, or visit caves.
And if unfortunate sailor they should meet
They'll try to lure him to the deep
And join them in their hidden land
For this is what they all have planned.
So if the night is dark and grey
Take my advice-and stay away.
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