As I was walking all alane,|
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t'other say,
"Where sall we gang and dine the day?"
2. "In behint yon auld fail dyke,
3. "His hound is to the hunting gane,|
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady's ta'en another mate,
So we may make our dinner sweet.
4. "Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
5. "Mony a one for him makes mane,|
But nane sall ken whae he is gane,
Oer his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair."
"She buried him before the prime,
She was dead herselfe ere evensong time."
The English is probably the earlier version.
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