#the twa corbies

[noseysilverfox]

June 2026

A raven to his brother flies,

The raven to his brother cries,

«Brother dear, where shall we dine?

To get something would be fine.»

Alexander Pushkin, “The Raven to the Raven Flies” (1828). Based on the traditional Scottish ballad “The Twa Corbies” (“The Two Ravens”).

Ворон к ворону летит, Ворон ворону кричит: «Ворон, где б нам отобедать? Как бы нам о том проведать?»... Александр Пушкин, «Ворон к ворону летит…» (1828). Вольный перевод традиционной шотландской баллады «The Twa Corbies».

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Campbell Lindsay Smith - The Twa Corbies, 1901.

[lbibliophile-sw]

The Two Corries

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As I was walking in the Dome one night I heard two Corries speak out of sight One to the other, I heard them ask, oh “Are you ready for our final task, oh Are you ready for our final task?

Hidden behind his office door Chancellor Palpatine breathes no more And nobody else knows he lies there, oh But Hawk and Hound and Lady-fair, oh But Hawk and Hound and Lady-fair

Hound is out preparing false leads While Hawk is clearing the camera feeds Lady-fair, at base will stay, oh Keeping the Commanders out of the way, oh Keeping the Commanders out of the way

All that’s left is to hide the body Somewhere known just to you and me They’ll find no trace of robes nor hair, oh As though he vanished into thin air, oh As though he vanished into thin air.

When morning comes there’ll be hue and cry The Chancellor’s gone, and none know why They’ll tell the Guard, the truth, to seek, oh But our secret we shall keep oh But our secret we shall keep."

[hermitmoss]

The Twa Corbies by Arthur Rackham (1867 –1939)

[the-psychedelic-hobo]

"As I was walking all alane,

I heard twa corbies making a mane;

The tane unto the t'other say,

‘Where sall we gang and dine to-day?’

‘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 lady fair.

‘His hound is to the hunting gane,

His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,

His lady's taen another mate,

So we may mak our dinner sweet.

‘Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,

And I'll pike out his bonny blue een;

Wi ae lock o his gowden hair

We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.

‘Mony a one for him makes mane,

But nane sall ken where he is gane;

Oer his white banes, when they are bare,

The wind sall blaw for evermair."

~The Twa Corbies, traditional Scottish ballad, with English roots as far back as 1611's The Three Ravens

Illustrated by Arthur Rackham

[essygie]

quote

"I wot there lies a new-slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound and lady fair." from The Twa Corbies, by ANON (note: corbie means raven or crow)

[missedstations]

“The Twa Corbies” - Anon.

As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the tither say, 'Whar sall we gang and dine the day?' '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 lady fair. 'His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame. His lady's ta'en another mate, Sae we may mak our dinner sweet. 'Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike out his bonnie blue een: Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our our nest when it grows bare. 'Mony a one for him makes mane, But nane sall ken whar he is gane; O'er his white banes, when they are bare, The wind sall blaw for evermair.'

[benisuncreative]

The Twa Corbies by Arthur Rackham