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 today?’
‘-In
behint you auld fail dyke,
I wot
ther kues a bew-slain
knight;
And
naebody kens that he lies
there,
But his
hawk, his hound and his lady
fair.
His
hound is to the hunting gane,
His hawk
to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady
ta’en another mate,
So we
may make our dinner sweet.
Ye’ll
sit on his white hause-bane,
And I’ll
pick out his bonnyblue een:
Wi’ ae
locko’ his gowden hair
We’ll
theek our nest when it grows
bare.
mony a
one for him makes Mane,
But nen
sall ken where he is gane;
o’er
his white banes, when they
are bare,
The wind
shall blaw for evermair.’