AS I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies1 making a mane:
The tane unto the tither did say,
In behint yon auld fail2 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,
So we may mak our dinner sweet.
Mony a one for him maks mane,
But nane sall ken whar he is gane:
1 corbies: ravens.
2 fail: turf.
3 hause: neck.
4 theek: thatch.
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