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            The Twa Corbies
AS I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane: The tane unto the tither did say, ' Whar sail we gang and dine the day ?'
ii ' —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.
m ' 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.
v ' Mony a one for him maks mane, But nane sail ken whar he is gane : O'er his white banes, when they are bare, The wind sail blaw for evermair.'
corbies] ravens.          fail] turf.         hause] neck.        theek]
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