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the quiet and solemn night, When the moon is silvery bright, Then the screech owl's eerie cry Mocks the beauties of the sky: Tu whit, tu whoo, Its wild halloo Doth read a drowsy homily.

From yon old castle's chimneys tall, The bat on leathern sail doth fall In wanton-wise to skim the earth, And flout the mouse that gave it birth. Tu whit, tu whoo, That wild halloo Hath marred the little monster's mirth.

Fond lovers seek the dewy vale, That swimmeth in the moonshine pale;