As I was walking all alane <br />I heard twa corbies making a mane; <br />The tane unto the t'other say, <br />"Where sall we gang and dine to-day?" <br /> <br />"—In behint yon auld fail dyke, <br />I wot there lies a new-slain knight; <br />And naebody kens that he lies there, <br />But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. <br /> <br />"His hound is to the hunting gane, <br />His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, <br />His lady's ta'en another mate, <br />So we may mak our dinner sweet. <br /> <br />"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, <br />And I'll pick out his bonnie blue een; <br />Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair <br />We'll theek our nest when it grows bare <br /> <br />"Mony a one for him makes mane, <br />But nane sall ken where he is gane; <br />O'er his white banes, when they are bare, <br />The wind sall blaw for evermair."<br /><br />Anonymous<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twa-corbies/
