Twa Corbies

As I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies makin' mane; And tane ontae the tither did say, Where shall we gang and dine the day Where shall we gang and dine the day? In behind yon aul fail dyke I wot there lies a new slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there-o But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair-o, His hawk and his hound and his lady fair. His hawk is tae the hunting gane, His hound to fetch the wildfowl hame; His lady has ta'en anither mate-o So we may make our dinner sweet-o, We may make our dinner sweet Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane And I'll pike out his bonny blue een; With many a lock of his golden hair-o We'll theek our nest when it grows bare-o, Theek our nest when it grows bare. Many a one for him makes mane But nane shall ken where he is gane; O'er his white bones when they are bare-o The wind shall blow for evermare-o, The wind shall blow for evermare.