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Jump to navigationJump to search; ; ; At Island Bridge she met her tide. ; ; ; Attabom, attabom, attabombomboom! ; ; ; The Fin had a flux and his Ebba a ride. ; ; ; Attabom, attabom, attabombomboom! ; ; ; We're all up to the years in hues and cribies. ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; Woe! ; ; ; Nomad may roam with Nabuch but let naaman laugh at Jor- dan! For we, we have taken our sheet upon her stones where we have hanged our hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs us, by the waters of babalong.
