The dews of summer night did fall, The moon, sweet regent of the sky, Silver'd the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew nearby.
William Julius Mickle (1734 - 1788)
Contributed by: Zaady
His very foot has music in 't As he comes up the stairs.
Source: The Mariner's Wife. 2
The dews of summer nights did fall, The moon, sweet regent of the sky, Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall And many an oak that grew thereby.
Source: Cumnor Hall.
For there 's nae luck about the house, There 's nae luck at a'; There 's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman 's awa'.
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