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!
Perhaps it was the lilt of a Gaelic song in these pages that brought a sorrow on me.
He couldn't understand the song, though the lilt of the words captured him.
They have a lilt of their own that is incompatible with ordinary music.
After that there was music, and the dances of old Ireland—the reel and the lilt.
There are no words but the lilt up and down of the boys' tenor voices.
