Traditional

As I was walking all alane

I heard Twa Corbies making a main

And tane untae the tither did say O

Where sall we gang and dine the day

In behint yon auld fell dyke

I wat there lies a new slain knight

And naebody kens that he lies there O

But his hawk and hound and his lady fair

His hound is tae the hunting gane

His hawk tae fetch a wild fowl hame

His lady's taen another mate O

So we maun make our dinner sweet

Ye'll sit on his white hause bane

And I'll pike out his bonny blue een

Wi' many a lock of his gowden hair O

We'll 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 forever mare

The wind sall blow forever mair