MaryJane - Twa Corbies

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 to-day?’ / ‘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 lady fair. / ‘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 mak our dinner sweet. / ‘Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, / And I'll pike out his bonny blue een; / Wi ae lock o his gowden hair / We'll theek our nest when it grows bare. / ‘Mony a one for him makes mane, / But nane sall ken where he is gane; / Oer his white banes, when they are bare, / The wind sall blaw for evermair.’