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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.

Anonymous

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,

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.

“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

“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.”