ANONYMOUS

< 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.

1 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 sail ken whar he is gane: O'er his white banes, when they are bare, The wind sail blaw for evermair.'

��3 Si. A Lyke-Wake T>irge

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 sank.

j8o. fail] turf. hause]neck. tjieek] thatch. 381. fleet] house-room.

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