Fragment Of Song

The night was still, and o'er the hill

The moon shone on the castle wa';

The mavis sang, while dew-drops hang

Around her on the castle wa';

Sae merrily they danced the ring

Frae eenin' till the cock did craw;

And aye the o'erword o' the spring

Was "Irvine's bairns are bonie a'."