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 '—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 his lady fair.

'His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en anither mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet.

'Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike out his bonny blue e'en: Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.

'Mony a one for him maks mane, But nane sall ken whar he is gane: O'er his white banes, when they are bare, The wind sall blaw for evermair.'

380. fail] turf. hause] neck. theek] thatch. 381. A Lyke-Wake Dirge

This ae nighte, this ae nighte, —Every nighte and alle, Fire and fleet and candle-lighte, And Christe receive thy saule.

When thou from hence away art past, —Every nighte and alle, To Whinny-muir thou com'st at last; And Christe receive thy saule.

381. fleet] house-room.