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88 On Leman's breast the winds are sighing,

All is silent in the grove,

And the flowers with dew-drops glistening

Sparkle like the eye of love.

Night so calm, so clear, so cloudless;

Blessed night to love and me!

Let us roam by bower and fountain,

All is lovelier when with thee.

[ by the to an old Highland reel tune. "The Ewie wi' the crooked horn" is supposed to be a metaphor for the whiskey still.]