| Lorelei, Lorelei
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| Call to sailors drifting by
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| Who-o-o-o, who-o-o, come hither
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| While they’re sailing a voice is wailing a beckoning tune
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| No use praying they’ll all be paying a reckoning soon under the moon
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| Lorelei, Lorelei
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| Still the voices fade and die
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| Smiling with glee, into the sea they slither
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| Down in the depths profound
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| Where passionate joys are drowned
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| There lie the lovers wooed by the Loreli
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| All that is past, and now at last everything’s altered and changed-about
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| Progress goes on, glamour has gone from where the schooners once ranged-about
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| Speed and power, hour by hour liners tower high
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| Onward churning, never turning for a yearning cry
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| Coal dust to grime
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| No one has time
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| For any simple romance at all
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| Beckoned and coo
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| Till they are blue
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| Mermaids have got no damned chance at all
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| Lorelei, Lorelei, sit around and weep and cry
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| Days are too long, everything’s wrong completely
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| All the sirens in these environs are sorry they spoke
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| Coaling steamers are belching streamers of horrible smoke making them choke
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| Lorelei, Lorelei sadly sigh and wonder why
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| Every new ship gives them the slip so easily
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| What could be more obscene
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| Than vamping a sad marine
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| It is a languid let alone Lorelei |