Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume IX. Tragedy: Humor. 1904. | | | | Poems of Tragedy: X. Scotland | | The Twa Corbies | | Anonymous |
| | | AS I was walking all alane, | |
| I heard two corbies making a mane; | |
| The tane unto the t’other say, | |
| “Where sall we gang and dine to-day?” | |
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| “In behint yon auld fail dyke, | 5 |
| I wot there lies a new-slain knight; | |
| And nae body kens that he lies there, | |
| But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. | |
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| “His hound is to the hunting gane, | |
| His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, | 10 |
| His lady’s ta’en another mate, | |
| So we may make our dinner sweet. | |
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| “Ye ’ll sit on his white hause bane, | |
| And I ’ll pike out his bonny blue een: | |
| Wi’ ae lock o’ his gowden hair, | 15 |
| We ’ll theek our nest when it grows bare. | |
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| “Mony a one for him makes mane, | |
| But nane sall ken whare he is gane; | |
| O’er his white banes, when they are bare, | |
| The wind sall blaw for evermair.” | 20 | | | |
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