In Prixie´s Grip

There once lived a beautiful girl - 
  Who sat on a rock and combed her hair.
    And she enticed the Rhine seamen into a swirl,
     Where they drowned in bloody despair.

Her name was Lorelei and her seat's ambush cliff - 
  I hear her lullaby - and away is my miff. 
    And she sang on that stone, this craggy throne
     Like a sirene who is chilled to the bone.

Jack Tar went to Davy Jone's locker - 
  Who once was a cheerful old docker.
    He was lured to shipwreck on a reef, 
      And was doomed to failure, and brought to grief.

The seamen had not the least chance -  
  to cast a glance at her.
    Instead they went into a trance - 
     Went down, and did never recur!

She soon had enough of her magic - 
  and this was so awfully tragic. 
    She jumped to her death, straight into the Rhine - 
      And if you listen you hear her heart- rending whine. 

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