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His queer long coat from heel to headWas half of yellow and half of red,And he himself was tall and thin,With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin,And light loose hair, yet swarthy skinNo tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,But lips where smile went out and in;There was no guessing his kith and kin:And nobody could enough admireThe tall man and his quaint attire.Quoth one: "It's as my great–grandsire,Starting up at the Trump of Doom's tone,Had walked this way from his painted tombstone!"