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'.”