Was that indeed the end of it all, of the hope, the lilt, the glory?
That the fisherman's daughter with the Island lilt in her voice—well he recalled it!
No one who can play dance music with that lilt can be as cold as a stone—.
Through the window came to him the lilt of the fresh young voice.
(Twig to the lilt, I have got it all right)Sleep, little babe, sleep on!