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Scottish BalladsAn early posting from me was about the power of anonymous ballads - how about this one?
the Twa Corbies (ravens)
As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies making a mane; (moan)
The tane unto the t'other did say,
'Where sall we gang and dine to-day?'
'In behint yon auld fell 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 he wild-fowl hame,
his lady's ta'en another mate,
so we may take our dinner sweet.
Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane (collar-bone)
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 man,
but sane sall ken where he is gone;
oer his white banes, when they are bare,
the wind sall blaw for evermair.