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THE NIGHT WAS STILL
I
The night was still, and o'er the hillThe moon shone on the castle wa',
The mavis sang, while dew-drops hang
Around her on the castle wa':
II
Sae merrily they danc'd the ringFrae eenin' till the cock did craw,
And ay the o'erword o' the spring
Was:—‘Irvine's bairns are bonie a'!’
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