The night was still, and o’er the hillThe moon shone on the castle wa’;The mavis sang, while dew-drops hangAround her on the castle wa’;Sae merrily they danced the ringFrae eenin’ till the cock did craw;And aye the o’erword o’ the springWas “Irvine’s bairns are bonie a’.”
1786 · Poem
Fragment of Song
- Year
- 1786
- Form
- Poem
- Location
- Mossgiel
- Source
- Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns