uncle Crassius

И, минутка народной музыки:

In behint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new slain knight;
And naebody kens that ‘e lies there,
But ‘is hawk, ‘is hound, and lady fair-o.

‘is hound is to the hunting gane,
‘is hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
‘is lady's taen another mate,
So we may mak our dinner sweet-o.

Ye'll sit on ‘is white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out ‘is bonny blue een;
Wi ae lock o ‘is gowden hair
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.

Mony a one for ‘im makes mane,
But nane sall ken where ‘e is gane;
Oer ‘is white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair.

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