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IN Ipswich nights are cool and fair, / And the voice that comes from the yonder sea / Sings to the quaint old mansions there / Of "the time, the time that used to be; " / And the quaint old mansions rock and groan, / And they seem to say in an undertone, / With half a sigh and with half a moan: / "It was, but it never again will be."
In Ipswich witches weave at night / Their magic, spells with impish glee; / They shriek and laugh in their demon flight / From the old Main House to the frightened sea.