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The Twa Corbies - Poem by Anonymous

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 the 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 his lady fair.

'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.

'Mony a one for him maks mane,
But nane sall ken whar he is gane:
O'er his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair.'

Form: Ballad


Comments about The Twa Corbies by Anonymous

  • (10/25/2015 5:37:00 PM)


    .....most interesting some of the words seem to be misspelled..
    ..like Twa for instance, I imagine this word must be Two ★
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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