| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| Anonymous |
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| CVIII. The Twa Corbies |
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| 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?" | |
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| "—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. | |
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| "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. | |
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| "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 | |
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| "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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