1. "In Behint yon old fell dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain knight, And naybody kens that he lies there-o But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair-o But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair!" "His hound is to the hunting gain, His hawk to fetch the wild fowl hame, His lady's ta'en anither mate-o So we may mak our dinner sweet-o