one o'clock
There 's nought wi ' them will stand com-par-ing . E'en they hae like dia-monds . Their sides like sil-ver shine . Cal-ler her-rin ' , Cal-ler her-rin ' -RSB- At one o'clock the Fishers ' Hall was dark and still , and the echo of a tender little laugh or song from some couple , who had taken the longest way round for the nearest way home , was all that remained of the mirth and melody of the evening . Angus and Christine sauntered slowly through the village . The young man was then passionately importunate in the protestations of his love . He wooed Christine with all the honeyed words that men have used to the Beloved Woman , since the creation .