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HAT brings you over the hill to-night?
 * What makes you look so treih?

Are you hearing soun's in the win' to-night?
 * Or seeing what we can't spy?

"You're snug an' warm down here, my son,
 * In your thatch-house by the shore.

But there's wan lyin' out in the storm, my son,
 * That I think on more an' more."

"Will I take you home to the hill, to-night?
 * Or will you stop till morn?

You shall sleep in the children's bed to-night,
 * And take the road at dawn."

"I would gladly stop down here, my son,
 * An' with the childher bide;

But there's wan lyin' out on the hill, my son.
 * Is callin' me to his side."

"As I came over the hill to-night
 * His voice spoke in mine ear—

'Are thou coming soon, my widowed wife,
 * We are snugly housed up here.