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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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