Chapter 467 of 1414 · 43 words · ~1 min read

XXXI.

THE GLOOMY NIGHT.

Tune--"_Roslin Castle._"

["I had taken," says Burns, "the last farewell of my friends, my chest was on the road to Greenock, and I had composed the last song I should ever measure in Caledonia--

'The gloomy night is gathering fast.'"]