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 - |
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; |
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: - |
«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. |
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 |
Silvered with the moonlight hoar; |
Pleading of the waltz that thrills, |
Dies and echoes round Benmore. |
«Mabel», «Officers», «Good-bye», |
Glamour, wine, and witchery - |
On my soul's sincerity, |
«Love like ours can never die!» |
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Maidens, of your charity, |
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Four times Cupid’s debtor I - |
Bankrupt in quadruplicate. |
Yet, despite my evil case, |
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Sing the Lovers’ Litany: - |
«Love like ours can never die!» |