AS I was walking all alane | |
I heard twa corbies making a mane: | |
The tane unto the tither did say, | |
'Whar sall we gang and dine the 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 his 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 anither mate, | |
So we may mak our dinner sweet. | |
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'Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, | |
And I'll pike out his bonny blue e'en: | |
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 maks mane, | |
But nane sall ken whar he is gane: | |
O'er his white banes, when they are bare, | |
The wind sall blaw for evermair.' | 20 |