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WHEN SHE ANSWERED ME HER VOICE WAS LOW. |
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When her eyes looked back the love in mine. Not Erin's self upon my sight Has started out of stormy night
With a bluer welcome o'er the brine. |
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And no other orbs shall e'er eclipse That magic look of maiden love, And never song my soul shall move
Like that low sweet answer of her lips. |
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H. 4-868. |
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