The Twa Corbies
A 14th Century Scottish Poem
As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t'other say,
"Where sall 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 pike out his bonny blue een;
Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
"Mony a one for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken where he is gane;
O'er his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair."
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How eloquent! Ravens and Crows are one of my favourite birds - a single one flying overhead as I drive to work is enough to bring a smile to my face. I feel joined to them in some intangible way - their intelligence, their plaintive cry. There's no denying they have played a major role in the many cultures teachings and spirituality, and for this alone they should be revered. So I'm going to create a new category, and I think we should visit with our Sister Raven often, don't you? Caaaawwwwwwww.....