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'.”