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 'Down in yonder greene field There lies a knight slain under his shield;

'His hounds they lie down at his feet, So well they can their master keep;

'His hawks they flie so eagerly, There 's no fowl dare come him nigh.'

Down there comes a fallow doe As great with young as she might goe.

She lift up his bloudy head And kist his wounds that were so red.

She gat him up upon her back And carried him to earthen lake.

She buried him before the prime, She was dead herself ere evensong time.

God send every gentleman Such hounds, such hawks, and such a leman.

380. The Twa Corbies

(SCOTTISH VERSION)

As I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies making a mane: The tane unto the tither did say, 'Whar sall we gang and dine the day?'

380. corbies] ravens.