His hounds they lie down at his feet, So well they can their master keep;
His hawks they flie so eagerly, Theres no fowl dare come him nigh.
Down there comes a fallow doe As great with young as she might goe.
She lift up his bloudy head And kist his wounds that were so red.
She gat him up upon her back And carried him to earthen lake.
She buried him before the prime, She was dead herself ere evensong time.
God send every gentleman Such hounds, such hawks, and such a leman. (SCOTTISH VERSION)
AS I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies1 making a mane: The tane unto the tither did
say, Whar sall we gang and dine the day?
In behint yon auld fail2 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 ladys taen anither
mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet.
Yell sit on his white hause3-bane, And Ill pike out his bonny blue een: Wi ae lock o his
gowden hair Well theek4 our nest when it grows bare.
Mony a one for him maks mane, But nane sall ken whar he is gane: Oer his white banes,
when they are bare, The wind sall blaw for evermair.
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 comst at
last; And Christe receive thy saule.
If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon, Every nighte and alle, Sit thee down and put them
on; And Christe receive thy saule.
If hosen and shoon thou neer gavst nane Every nighte and alle, The whinnes sall prick
thee to the bare bane; And Christe receive thy saule.
From Whinny-muir when thou mayst pass, Every nighte and alle, To Brig o Dread thou
comst at last; And Christe receive thy saule.
From Brig o Dread when thou mayst pass, Every nighte and alle, To Purgatory fire thou
comst at last; And Christe receive thy saule.
If ever thou gavest meat or drink, Every nighte and alle, The fire sall never make thee shrink; And
Christe receive thy saule.
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