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'.”