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 danc'd the ring,
Frae e'enin till the cocks did craw,
And aye the owerword o' the spring
Was Irvine's bairns are bonnie a'.