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When I stroked his cold dry skin,

His black tongue flickered out and in.

Flicker your black tongue three times three

If my true love is safe at sea.

I stroked him thrice and thrice, and then

I stroked his cold skin twice again:

And each time out the quick tongue came,

And flickered like a wee black flame.

At three times three, my fingers shook:

I shut my eyes, afraid to look;

And when I opened them the snake

Had vanished in the withered brake.