Twa Corbies

As I went a-walking all alane,

I heard twa corbies makin' mane;

The tane unto the tither did say-o,

"Where sall we gang an' dine the day-o?"

"In behint yon auld fail dyke,

I wot there lies a new-slain knight;

An' naebody kens that he lies there-o

But his hawk, an' his hound an' his lady fair-o"

"His hound is to the huntin gane,

His hawk tae fetch the wild fowl hame,

His lady's ta'en anither mate-o,

So we may mak our dinner sweet-o"

"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,

An' I'll pike out his bonny blue een,

An' wi' a lock of his gowden hair-o

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

"Mony a one for him maks mane,

But nane sall ken where he is gane;

Ower his white bones when they are bare-o

The wind sall blow for evermair-o."