Sir Walter Scott

Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes read more

Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry read more

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

Concealed anger is to be feared; but hatred openly manifested
destroys its chance of revenge.

Concealed anger is to be feared; but hatred openly manifested
destroys its chance of revenge.

The summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Lock Katrine blue,
Mildly and soft the western breeze
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The summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Lock Katrine blue,
Mildly and soft the western breeze
Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees,
And the pleased lake, like maiden coy,
Trembled but dimpled not for joy.

We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to
answer.

We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to
answer.