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And the first night the taper's light Burnt steadily and clear.But they without a hideous rout Of angry fiends could hear;
A hideous roar at the church door Like a long thunder peal,And the priests they pray'd and the choristers sung Louder in fearful zeal.
Loud toll'd the bell, the priests pray'd well, The tapers they burnt bright,The monk her son, and her daughter the nun They told their beads all night.
The cock he crew, away they flew The fiends from the herald of day,And undisturb'd the choristers sing And the fifty priests they pray.
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