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.
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.
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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