[The twa Corbies, 1818, via Bronson]

As I cam' by yon auld house end
I saw twa corbies sittin thereon,
The tane unto the t'other did say,
"O whare sall we gae dine the day?"

"Whare but by yon new fa'en birk,
There, there lies a new slain knight;
Nae mortal kens the he lies there
But his hawks and hounds, and his ladye fair.

"We'll sit upon his bonny brest bane,
And we'll pick out his bonny gray een;
We'll set our claws intil' his yallow hair
And big our bow'r, - it's a' blawn bare.

My mother clekit me o' and egg,
And brought me up i' the feathers gray,
And bade me flee where'er I wad,
For winter wad be my dying day.

Now winter it is come and past,
And a' the birds are biggin' their nests,
But I'll flee high aboon them a'
And sing a sang for summer's sake.

X:1
T:The twa Corbies
S:Albyn's Anthology, 1818, via Bronson
Q:25
L:1/4
M:2/4
K:Gmixolydian
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^^