Two 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 another mate,
So we may make our dinner sweet.
"Yeah he will sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pick out his bonnie blue seen;
Well he will get 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;
Over his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair."
#TheFuturePoets
#xavierite
© BoNd
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 another mate,
So we may make our dinner sweet.
"Yeah he will sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pick out his bonnie blue seen;
Well he will get 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;
Over his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair."
#TheFuturePoets
#xavierite
© BoNd