At the hole where he went in

At the hole where he went in 
Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. 
Hear what little Red-Eye saith:
"Nag, come up and dance with death!"

Eye to eye and head to head,
(Keep the measure, Nag)
This shall end when one is dead;
(At thy pleasure, Nag)

Tum for tum and twist for twist­
(Run and hide thee, Nag)
Hah! The hooded Death has missed!
(Woe betide thee, Nag!) 
 

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