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It is an ancient Mariner,

And he stoppeth one of three : “ By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye

“ Now wherefore stoppest me ?

The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide

“ And I am next of kin; “ The Guests are met, the Feast is set, May'st hear the




But still he holds the wedding guest

There was a Ship, quoth he-
Nay, if thou'st got a laughsome tale,
“ Mariner! come with me."


He holds him with his skinny hand,

Quoth he, there was a Ship “ Now get thee hence, thou grey-beard Loon!

“ Or my Staff shall make thee skip."

He holds him with his glittering eye

The wedding guest stood still
And listens like a three year's child ;

The Mariner hath his will.

The wedding-guest sate on a stone,

He cannot chuse but hear :
And thus spake on that ancient man,

The bright-eyed Mariner.

The Ship was cheer'd, the Harbour clear'd

Merrily did we drop
Below the Kirk, below the Hill,

Below the Light-house top.

The Sun came up upon the left,

Out of the Sea came he :
And he shone bright, and on the right

Went down into the sea,

Higher and higher every day,

Till over the mast at noon
The wedding-guest here beat his-breast,

For he heard the loud bassoon.

The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall,

Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her goes

The merry Minstralsy.

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