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There's Them that's sometimes callin'
 * Low in th' everin' hour,

An' if you give Them answer
 * They have you in their power.
 * A voice when the night is fallin',
 * A whisper on the air,
 * An' seekin' to draw you to them
 * Down in the Moaney there.

Mammy the voice a'callin',
 * Callin' my name to me

Was his that long is lying
 * Cold in the cruel sea.

You'll lave Goodbye with my Daddy
 * An' lay me on my bed—

Chile veen, chile veen, what ails thee!
 * I answered it, she said.