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Spin, spin, belle Mergaton!
The moon wheels full, and the tide flows high, / And your wedding-gown you must put it on / Ere the night hath no moon in the sky / Gigoton, Mergaton, spin!
Spin, spin, belle Mergaton!
Your gown shall be stitched ere the old moon fade: / The age of a moon shall your hands spin on, / Or a wife in her shroud shall be laid -- / Gigoton, Mergaton, spin!
Spin, spin, belle Mergaton!
The Little Good Folk the spell they have cast; / By your work well done while the moon hath shone, / Ye shall cleave unto joy at last -- / Gigoton, Mergaton, spin!