The Night was still

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 danc'd the ring, Frae e'enin till the cocks did craw, And aye the owerword o' the spring Was Irvine's bairns are bonnie a'.


Barbara Rafferty

About this work

This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1786 and is read here by Barbara Rafferty.

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Selected for 11 April

The mavis, or song thrush, gets to sing a good deal in poetry generally, and in the works of Robert Burns in particular. In his poems its attractive descant sounds the keynote of spring. Moonlight, a castle, dewdrops, the little children of Irvine... Lovely!

Donny O'Rourke

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