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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'. "