The Twa Corbies
As I was walking all alane,
I heard two corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t’other say,
“Where sall we gang and dine to-day?”
“In behint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new-slain knight;
And nae body kens that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.
“His hound is to the hunting gane,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady’s ta’en another mate,
So we may make our dinner sweet.
“Ye ’ll sit on his white hause bane,
And I ’ll pike out his bonny blue een:
Wi’ ae lock o’ his gowden hair,
We ’ll theek our nest when it grows bare.
“Mony a one for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken whare he is gane;
O’er his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair.”