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The wind took off with the sunset -- / The fog came up with the tide, / When the Witch of the North took an Egg-shell / With a little Blue Devil inside. / 'Sink,' she said, 'or swim,' she said, / 'It's all you will get from me. / And that is the finish of _him_! ' she said. / And the Egg-shell went to sea.
The wind fell dead with the midnight -- / The fog shut down like a sheet, / When the Witch of the North heard the Egg-shell / Feeling by hand for a fleet. / 'Get! ' she said, 'or you're gone,' she said, / But the little Blue Devil said 'No! ' / 'The sights are just coming on,' he said, / And he let the Whitehead go.
The wind got up with the morning -- / And the fog blew off with the rain, / When the Witch of the North saw the Egg-shell / And the little Blue Devil again. / 'Did you swim? ' she said. 'Did you sink? ' she said, / And the little Blue Devil replied: / 'For myself I swam, but I think,' he said, / 'There's somebody sinking outside. '