Sir Walter Scott
Edinburgh / Scotland
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Ancient Gaelic Melody

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Birds of omen dark and foul,
Night-crow, raven, bat, and owl,
Leave the sick man to his dream -
All night long he heard you scream.
Haste to cave and ruin'd tower,
Ivy tod, or dingled-bower,
There to wink and mop, for, hark!
In the mid air sings the lark.
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Margie masih 16 June 2018
Sir Walter Scott was my ancestors uncle or cousin way back in his time.i am a writer also
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