Part 1 / Book 2 — 67. The Twa Corbies (SCOTTISH VERSION)

I As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies[434] making a mane: The tane unto the tither did say, ‘Whar sall we gang and dine the day?’ II ‘—In behint yon auld fail[435] 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. III ‘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. IV ‘Ye’ll sit on his white hause[436]-bane, And I’ll pike out his bonny blue e’en: Wi’ ae lock o’ his gowden hair We’ll theek[437] our nest when it grows bare. V ‘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.’