The two ravens

As I was walking all alone,

I heard two ravens complaining;

The one to the other saying,

'Where shall we go and dine today?'

"In behind that old field wall,

I know that there lies a new-slain knight;

And nobody knows that he lies there,

But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.

His hound is to the hunting gone,

His hawk, to fetch the wild-fowl home,

His lady's taken another mate,

So we may make our dinner sweet.

You'll sit on his white collar-bone,

And I'll peck out his pretty blue eyes;

With this lock of his golden hair

We'll roof our nest when it grows bare.

Very many for him lament,

But none shall know where he is gone:

Over his white bones, when they are bare,

The wind shall blow for evermore."