When she answered me her voice was low
But minstrel never matched his chords
To such a wealth of words
In Tomora's palace long ago

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

And no other orbs can e'er eclipse
That magic look of maiden love
And never song my soul shall move
Like that low sweet answer of her lips