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The fairest of maidens is sitting So marvellous up there Her golden jewels are shining She is combing her kinky hair She twists her locks shined golden And sings a song as well Whose melody binds a wondrous And overpowering spell In his little boat the boatman Is seized with a savage woe He'd rather look up at the mountain Than down at the rocks below I think that the waves will devour The boatman and boat as one And this by her song's sheer power Félarélie has done