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Now as he sat thus, plunged in thought, he heard the voice of one who approached intoning a familiar chant, or refrain, -- the voice was harsh, albeit not unmusical, and the words of the chant were these:
"When I am dead, diddle diddle, as well may hap, / Bury me deep, diddle diddle, under the tap, / Under the tap, diddle diddle, I'll tell you -- "