The Black-bird/When the Sun gaes down
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When the Sun gaes down.
When the Sun gaes down owre yon Castle-wa’, And ’gins to close his e’e,An’ dew-drops saft on the wild flow’rs fa', That wave on the turrets hie:When Lovers meet on the grassy sod, Wi’ merry hearts and gay,And Shepherds pipe, in the hollow wood, Their e’ening rounde-lay.
When the mountain heath-bells sweetly-blow, Bedeck’d with pearly weet,And blythe birds sing in the birken shaw, Their e’ening song sae sweet;I ween ’tis the Lover's tell-tale hour, An’ dear it is to me,By yon Castle-wa’ and birken bow’r, To meet my Rosalie.
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