STRANGE! that one lightly whispered But a jeweller has got it,

It was a tall young oysterman lived by Out spoke the ancient fisherman, the river-side, "Now bring me my harpoon! His shop was just upon the bank, his I'll get into my fishing-boat, and fix boat was on the tide ; the fellow soon." The daughter of a fisherman, that was so Down fell that pretty innocent, as falls straight and slim, a snow-white lamb, Lived over on the other bank, right Her hair drooped round her pallid opposite to him. cheeks, like seaweed on a clam.

It was the pensive oysterman that saw Alas for those two loving ones! she a lovely maid, waked not from her swound, Upon a moonlight evening, a sitting in And he was taken with the cramp, and in the waves was drowned;

the shade;

He saw her wave her handkerchief, as But Fate has metamorphosed them, in

much as if to say,

"I'm wide awake, young oysterman, and all the folks away."

pity of their woe,

And now they keep an oyster-shop for

mermaids down below.