Fragment Of Song The night was still, and o’er the hill Robert Burns

Poetry of the Ploughman Robert Burns Fragment Of Song The night was still, and o'er the hill

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’.