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FROM THE SOUTH SEAS.
Your eyes are bright, my lasses, My home-birds fond and fair, But eyes I've seen down South, girls,
And bright as yours were there ; And I'm looking down, down South now, To the gleaming tropic calms, And eyes I see Beam bright on me Beneath far-distant palms; Oh ! the girls of Nukuheva,
Though fair and fond you be, The girls of Nukuheva,
They'll still be dreams to me.