When she answered me her voice was low

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.