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Walter Scott - A Serenade
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Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh  
  The sun has left the lea,  
The orange-flower perfumes the bower,  
  The breeze is on the sea.  
The lark, his lay who trill’d all day,  
  Sits hush’d his partner nigh;  
Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour,  
  But where is County Guy?  
  
The village maid steals through the shade  
  Her shepherd’s suit to hear;         
To Beauty shy, by lattice high,  
  Sings high-born Cavalier.  
The star of Love, all stars above,  
  Now reigns o’er earth and sky,  
And high and low the influence know—         
  But where is County Guy?
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