midnight
Is there not enough provided for the eagles ' and the ravens ' banquet , without their bonny blue een to peck at ? Bide at hame , and , with my bairns , plough up the green fields , that the earth may provide us with food , as a fond mother , from its bosom . But go ye to the wars , and your destiny is written -- your doom is sealed . The blackness of lonely midnight hangs owre me as my widow 's hood , and , like Rachel , I shall be left to weep for my children , for they will not be ! Turn again , my husband , and my sons lay down your weapons of war . Hearken unto my voice , and remember that ye never knew one of my words fall to the ground . If ye go now , ye rush upon the swords that are sharpened for your destruction , and ye hasten to fatten the raven and the worm ; for the winds shall sing your dirge , as your bonny yellow hair waves to the blast , and the gloaming and the night fling a shroud owre your uncoffined limbs .