“I don’t know any,” said Dulcie, smiling. “There’s a song called ‘Asthore.’ My mother wrote it——”
“Can you sing it?”
The girl ran her fingers over the keys musingly:
“I’ll remember it presently. I know one or two old songs like ‘Irishmen All.’ Do you know that song?”
And she sang it in her gay, unembarrassed way:
“Warm is our love for the island that bore us,
Ready are we as our fathers before us,
Genial and gallant men,
Fearless and valiant men,
Faithful to Erin we answer her call.