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Trip along the spider's web.
Poison sweet will flow and ebb.
Come near, guv'nor; bring your pay.
Close the door. Come in and play.
Ruttish rake - you've not a care.
You fall into the spider's snare.
With lusty legs I'll hold you fast,
And bind you 'til you're mine, at last.
Feed the daughters Lilith bore,
And your free will shall be no more.
You seek us and forsake your wives.
The Succubi will claim your lives.
An orain luaidh of the Sisters Beag.
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