That Hour O' Night's Black

't Is Sweeter For Thee Despairing Than Aught In The World Beside,-jessy!

There's Some Are Fou O' Love Divine; There's Some Are Fou O' Brandy.

That Hour O' Night's Black Arch The Keystane.

My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose That's Newly Sprung In June: My Love Is Like The Melody That's Sweetly Played In Tune. How Fair Art Thou, My Bonnie Lass, So Deep In Love Am I; And I Will Love Thee Still, My Dear, Till All The Seas Gang Dry. Till All The Seas Gang Dry, My Dear, And The Rocks Melt With The Sun; I Will Love Thee Still, My Dear, While The Sands Of Life Shall Run. And Fare Thee Weel, My Only Love. And Fare Thee Weel Awhile! And I Will Come Again, My Love, Though It Were Ten Thousand Mile.

Gars Auld Claes Look Amaist As Weel's The New.