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She sat upon her rock
In the middle of the Rhine
Singing Crystal notes to
Send shivers up the spine.
In the colder weather
She wore a little vest
Artfully draped to expose
The cleavage of her chest.
She sang her song to entice
And wreck passing ships
In revenge for mans' act of
Adding fish to chips.
One old Hull trawler
Turning left instead of right
Came upon the Lorelei
Instead of Hull in sight.
While fiddling with his sextant
She began her fateful song
But being a little busy
He didn't stand that for long.
Picking up a bottle
Which he drained of beer
Then flung it at the maiden
To catch her on ear.
Yelping in pain,
Quivering with shock
That maiden finally fell
From the Lorelei rock.
Ships now travel safely
All along the Rhine
No more Siren song to
Send shivers up the spine.
That River is now safe
For that Mermaid lives in fear,
Hiding in its deepest depths
When any ship draws near.
As for that Hull trawler:
She goes to fish no more;
Maggie Thatcher sold them out
To end that last Cod War.
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Lorelei Blues PV
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