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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.
The third night came and the tapers flame A hideous stench did make,And they burnt as though they had been dipt In the burning brimstone lake.
And the loud commotion, like the rushing of ocean, Grew momently more and more,And strokes as of a battering ram Did shake the strong church door.
The bellmen they for very fear Could toll the bell no longer,And still as louder grew the strokes Their fear it grew the stronger.
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