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THE TWA CORBIES
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CXXXVI
THE TWA CORBIES
As I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t'other say,
‘Where sall we gang and dine today?’
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t'other say,
‘Where sall we gang and dine today?’
‘—In behint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new-slain Knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.
I wot there lies a new-slain Knight;
And naebody 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 mak our dinner sweet.
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady's ta'en another mate,
So we may mak our dinner sweet.
‘Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pick out his bonnie blue een:
Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
And I'll pick out his bonnie 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 where he is gane;
O'er his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair.’
But nane sall ken where he is gane;
O'er his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair.’
Anon.
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