The Twa Corbies

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?"

"—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 his lady fair.

"His hound is to the hunting gane,

His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,

His lady's ta'en anither mate,

So we may mak our dinner sweet.

"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

We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.