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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.

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  1. 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'.
  2. His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stairs.

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