The Twa Corbies

The Twa Corbies (Scottish Version of this anonymous ballad)
As I was walking all alane, 
I heard twa corbies makin a mane; 
The tane unto the ither say, 
"Whar sall we gang and dine the-day?"
"In ahint yon auld fail dyke, 
I wot there lies a new slain knight; 
And nane do ken that he lies there, 
But his hawk, his hound an his lady fair."
"His hound is tae the huntin gane, 
His hawk tae fetch the wild-fowl hame, 
His lady's tain anither mate, 
So we may mak oor dinner swate."
"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, 
And I'll pike oot his bonny blue een; 
Wi ae lock o his gowden hair 
We'll theek oor nest whan it grows bare."
"Mony a one for him makes mane, 
But nane sall ken whar he is gane; 
Oer his white banes, whan they are bare, 
The wind sall blaw for evermair."
The Two Crows ( translation into standard English).
As I was walking all alone, 
I heard two crows (or ravens) making a moan; 
One said to the other, 
"Where shall we go and dine today?"
"In behind that old turf wall, 
I sense there lies a newly slain knight; 
And nobody knows that he lies there, 
But his hawk, his hound and his lady fair."
"His hound is to the hunting gone, 
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl home, 
His lady's has taken another mate, 
So we may make our dinner sweet."
"You will sit on his white neck-bone, 
And I'll peck out his pretty blue eyes; 
With one lock of his golden hair 
We'll thatch our nest when it grows bare."
"Many a one for him is moaning, 
But nobody will know where he is gone; 
Over his white bones, when they are bare, 
The wind will blow for evermore."
Category:Animals
Category:Poetry
Category:Dismemberment