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Page 23 - THE TWA CORBIES As I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies making a mane ; The tane unto the t'other say, ' Where sail we gang and dine today?' ' — 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 ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. ' Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pick out his bonnie...
Page 152 - How shall I know your true love, That have met many one, As I went to the holy land, That have come, that have gone?
Page 89 - And both possessed one grave. No love between these two was lost, Each was to other kind ; In love...
Page 110 - Late late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi the auld moone in hir arme, And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will cum to harme.' O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heild schoone ; Bot lang owre a' the play wer playd, Thair hats they swam aboone.
Page 20 - And ye maun learn my gay goss-hawk Right weel to breast a steed ; And I sail learn your turtle dow As weel to write and read. " And ye maun learn my gay goss-hawk To wield both bow and brand ; And I sail learn your turtle dow To lay gowd wi
Page 114 - Our gude ship sails the morn.' 'Now, ever alack, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm! 'I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm!
Page 112 - O whare will I get a skeely skipper, To sail this new ship of mine ? " — O up and spake an eldern knight, Sat at the King's right knee, — " Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor That ever sailed the sea.
Page 163 - Spaniards fraught with jealousy we often find, But Englishmen through all the world are counted kind. "Leave me not unto a Spaniard, You alone enjoy my heart ; I am lovely, young, and tender, Love is likewise my desert : Still to serve thee day and night my mind is prest, The wife of every Englishman is counted blest.