Is this the greatest song about war ever written?
As I was walking all alane[8],
I heard twa[9] corbies[10] making a mane[11];
The tane[12] unto the t'other say,
'Where sall we gang and dine to-day?'
'In behint yon auld fail[13] dyke,
I wot[14] there lies a new slain knight;
And naebody kens[15] that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.
'His hound is to the hunting gane[16],
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame[17],
His lady's ta'en[18] another mate,
So we may mak our dinner sweet.
'Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane[19],
And I'll pike[20] out his bonny blue een[21];
Wi ae lock o his gowden[22] hair
We'll, theek[23] our nest when it grows bare.
'Mony[24] a one for him makes mane[25],
But nane sall ken[26] where he is gane[27];
Oer[28] his white banes[29], when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw[30] for evermair[31].'
8^ alone
9^ two
10^ carrion crows
11^ moan
12^ one
13^ turf
14^ know
15^ knows
16^ gone
17^ home
18^ taken
19^ breast bone
20^ peck
21^ eye
22^ with a lock of his golden
23^ feather
24^ many
25^ a moan
26^ none shall know
27^ gone
28^ over
29^ bones
30^ shall blow
31^ evermore
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