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| EYES of grey—a sodden quay, | |
| Driving rain and falling tears, | |
| As the steamer puts to sea | |
| In a parting storm of cheers. | |
| Sing, for Faith and Hope are high— | 5 |
| None so true as you and I— | |
| Sing the Lovers’ Litany:— | |
| “Love like ours can never die!” | |
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| Eyes of black—a throbbing keel, | |
| Milky foam to left and right; | 10 |
| Whispered converse near the wheel | |
| In the brilliant tropic night. | |
| Cross that rules the Southern Sky! | |
| Stars that sweep, and turn, and fly | |
| Hear the Lovers’ Litany:— | 15 |
| “Love like ours can never die!” | |
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| Eyes of brown—a dusty plain | |
| Split and parched with heat of June. | |
| Flying hoof and tightened rein, | |
| Hearts that beat the ancient tune. | 20 |
| Side by side the horses fly, | |
| Frame we now the old reply | |
| Of the Lovers’ Litany:— | |
| “Love like ours can never die!” | |
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| Eyes of blue—the Simla Hills | 25 |
| Silvered with the moonlight hoar; | |
| Pleading of the waltz that thrills, | |
| Dies and echoes round Benmore. | |
| “Mabel,” “Officers,” “Good-bye,” | |
| Glamour, wine, and witchery— | 30 |
| On my soul’s sincerity, | |
| “Love like ours can never die!” | |
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| Maidens, of your charity, | |
| Pity my most luckless state. | |
| Four times Cupid’s debtor I— | 35 |
| Bankrupt in quadruplicate. | |
| Yet, despite my evil case, | |
| An a maiden showed me grace, | |
| Four-and-forty times would I | |
| Sing the Lovers’ Litany:— | 40 |
| “Love like ours can never die!” | |
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