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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
CVIII. 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 to-day?" 
"—In behint yon auld fail dyke,         5
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,  10
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  15
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."  20

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