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'.”