Early Modern Ballads
The Twa Corbies
As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies making a mane;moan
The tane unto the t'other say,one
"Where sall we gang and dine to-dayshall / go
"In behint you auld faW dyke,old / turf / ditch
I woe there lies a new slain knight;know
And naebody kens that he lies there,knows
But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.
"His hound is to the hunting gane,gone
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,neck hone
And I'll pike out his bonny blue eenpick/eyes
Wi' ae lock 0' his gowden hairone / golden
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.thatch
"Mony a one for him makes mane,many
But nane sall ken where he is gane;none/shall /know
0'er his white banes, when they are bare,bones
The wind sail blaw for evermair.