 | From the Hills of Dream |  |
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Silk o' the Kine.
Eilidh, Eilidh, heart of my life, my pulse, my flame,
There are two men loving thee and two who are calling thee wife:
There are two men loving thee and two who are calling thee wife:
But only one husband to thee, Eilidh, that art my wife, and my joy;
Ay, sure, thy womb knows me, and the child thou bearest is mine.
Ay, sure, thy womb knows me, and the child thou bearest is mine.
Thou to me, I to thee, there is nought else in the world, Eilidh Silk o'the Kine;
Nought else in the world, no, no other man for thee, no woman for me!
Nought else in the world, no, no other man for thee, no woman for me!
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