Poem by Anonymous

’Tis Midnight

’Tis midnight, and the setting sun 
	Is slowly rising in the west;
The rapid rivers slowly run,
	The frog is on his downy nest.
The pensive goat and sportive cow,
Hilarious, leap from bough to bough. 

1. Gathering of Atholl
2. The Banks o’ Glaizart
3. Fare Ye Weel, My Auld Wife
4. The Aisle of Tombs
5. Sir Richard Whittington’s Advancement

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