The Two Ravens
(The Twa Corbies)
Anonymous
As I was walking all alone
I heard two corbies making a moan
The one unto the other did say,
Where shall we go to dine today? |
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In behind yon old turf dike
I know there lies a new-slain knight
And nobody knows that he lies there
But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair. |
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His hound is to the hunting
gone,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl home,
His lady‘s taken another mate,
So we may make our dinner sweet. |
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You’ll sit on his
white neck-bone,
And I’ll pick out his bonny blue eyes
With one lock of his golden hair,
We‘ll thatch our nest when it grows bare. |
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Many a one for him makes
moan,
But none shall know where he is gone
o‘er his white bones, when they are bare,
The wind shall blow forevermore. |
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