The shadows where the Mewlips dwell Are dark and wet as ink And slow and soft rings their bell As in the slime you sink And you sink into the slime who dare To knock upon their door While down the grinning gargoyles stare And noisome waters pour Beside the rotting river strand The drooping willows weep And gloomily the gorcrows stand Croaking in their sleep Over the Merlock Mountains A long and weary way In a mouldy valley where trees are grey By a dark pool's border without wind or tide Moonless and sunless The Mewlips hide The Mewlips hide The cellars where the Mewlips sit Are deep and dank and cold With one sickly candle lit And there they count their gold Their walls are wet, their ceilings drip Their feet upon the floor Go softly with a squish-flap-flip As they sidle to the door They peep our slyly; through the crack Their feeling fingers creep And when they finish in a sack Your bones they take to keep Beyond the Merlock Mountains, a long and lonely road Through the spider-shadow and marsh of Tode And through the wood of hanging trees and gallows-weed You go find the Mewlips, and Mewlips feed And Mewlips feed And Mewlips feed