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Fragment of Song—The Night was Still

by Robert Burns, 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 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'."

Published in Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

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