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,[[84]]
And I'll pick out his bonny blue een;
Wi' ae[[85]] lock o' his gowden hair,
We'll theck[[86]] our nest when it grows bare.