Twa Corbies

As I was walking all alane,

I heard twa corbies making a mane;

The tane unto the t'other say-o,

‘Where sall we gang and dine to-day-o?'

‘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-o,

But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair-o.

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-o,

So we may mak our dinner sweet-o.

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-o

We'll theek our nest when it grows bare-o.

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-o,

The wind sall blaw for evermair-o.'

The wind sall blaw for evermair.'