the mermaids.
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THIRD GENII.
Sadly thou, fair unthinking child,
Must weep within thy coral caves;
O weary long for gentle hands
That lay beyond the briny waves.
Must weep within thy coral caves;
O weary long for gentle hands
That lay beyond the briny waves.
ALL.
Alas! alas! ne'er weal nor woe
Can break the mermaids' magic spell;
And lonely thro' the woods we wail,
For thee, fair child, a last farewell!
Can break the mermaids' magic spell;
And lonely thro' the woods we wail,
For thee, fair child, a last farewell!
