Page:Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900.djvu/469

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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.