With calm or a storm on the track;

For Love red, red hot, with the ducats or not,

There is never an eye like the Black.

The Hazel is true to you all the way through,

And it burns with a light warm and steady;

Only if it is Fred that she has in her head,

It is burning for no one but Freddie.

But the Black Eye will veer and stake kingdoms to spear

Whatever it likes on the track,

And as a love-lance to its lord in the dance

There is never an eye like the Black.

Here then is good health and without or with wealth

To the deep raven eye of my charmer!

It's a heavenly spell when it loves very well,

Only when it does not it is warmer.

And it's little I care, only so I get there,

Whichever I find on the track,

For Heaven or Hell in its magical spell

There is never an eye like the Black.

THE AMERICAN ÇA IRA.

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