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'."