134. Fragment of Song—The Night was Still

 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’.”

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