Robert Burns

The Night was still

written in 1786

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'.

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