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Author unknown, Middle Ages, Old Scottish
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As I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies making a mane
The tane unto the tither did say
' Whar sall we gang and dine today?'
'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.'
'The 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.'
'Ye'll sit on his white hause bane,
And I'll pick out his bonny blue e'ens:
Wi' ae lock of his gowden hair
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.'
'Many a one for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken whar he is gane:
O'er his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind shall blaw for ever mair.'
Isn't that beautiful? susil
