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'."