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      At Island Bridge she met her tide.1
      Attabom, attabom, attabombomboom! 2
      The Fin had a flux and his Ebba a ride. 3
      Attabom, attabom, attabombomboom! 4
      We're all up to the years in hues and cribies. 5
      That's what she's done for wee!6
      Nomad may roam with Nabuch but let naaman laugh at Jor- 9
dan! For we, we have taken our sheet upon her stones where we10
have hanged our hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs us,11
by the waters of babalong.12