Poem by Robert Burns

Lines Written at Loudon Manse

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 burns are bonnie a’.

1. Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle
2. The Bonnie Wee Thing
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. Gala Water
5. Stay My Charmer

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