How sweet the answer echo makes
To music at night;
When, rous'd by lute or horn, she wakes,
And faw away, o'er lawns and lakes,
Goes answering light.

Yet love hath echoes truer far,
And far more sweet,
Then e'er beneath the moonlight's star,
Of horn, or lute, or soft guitar,
The songs repeat.

'tis when the sigh, in youth sincere,
And only then,
The sigh, that's breath'd for one to hear,
Is by that one, that only dear,
Breath'd back again.
Again, again, again, ...

• Come You Not from Newcastle?
• Dear Harp of My Country!
• Early One Morning
• Fileuse
• How Sweet The Answer
• La Belle Est Au Jardin D'amour
• Little Sir William
• O Can Ye Sew Cushions?
• O Waly, Waly
• Oft in The Stilly Night
• Oliver Cromwell
• Quand J'йtais Chez Mon Pиre
• Sweet Polly Oliver
• The Ash Grove
• The Last Rose of Summer
• The Plough Boy
• The Trees They Grow So High
• There's None to Soothe
• Voici Le Printemps