How Calm is the Evening

How calm is the even down in the narrow lane
Where white thorn and woodbine and dog roses meet
How bright is the dew on the dog rose again
While the grey mist creeps over like the days winding sheet

O' beautiful the silver mist will hang on flowers
And pearl o'er the freckles O' the fox glove bell
How sweet is the stillness O' eventide hours
When in the green oak leaves Ring doves do dwell

To walk there with true love my sweet Mary Ann
And hide by the bonny wood side
In each others arms by the awthorn to stand
While the Moon in the heavens doth ride

While the clouds seem to sail and to race with the Moon
And Mary Ann gazes on high
Coal black is the cloud that envelopes it soon
Till the midnight O' darkness is bye

My dear Mary Ann wi' thy bonny brown hair
Thy red rosy cheeks and thy bosom so white
When the dew looks so sweet on the cobwebs there
I'll court her and kiss her the whole of the night
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