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 pike out his bonny 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;
  Oer his white banes, when they are bare,
  The wind sall blaw for evermair."