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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