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| AS 1 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?” | |
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| “In behint yon auld fail 2 dyke, | 5 |
| I wot 3 there lies a new slain knight; | |
| And naebody kens 4 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, 5 | |
| And I’ll pike out his bonny blue een; | |
| Wi ae lock o his gowden hair | 15 |
| We’ll theek 6 our nest when it grows bare. | |
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| “Mony a one for him makes mane, 7 | |
| But nane sall ken where he is gane; | |
| Oer his white banes when they are bare, | |
| The wind sall blaw for evermair.” | 20 |
