Twa Corbies lyrics

As I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t’ither say
‘Where sall we gang and dine today-o?’

‘In behint yon auld fail dyke
I wot there lies a new slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair

‘His hound is to the hunting game
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame
His lady’s taken another mate
So we shall 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
Wе’ll, theek our nest when it grows bare

‘Mony a onе for him makes mane
But nane sall ken where he is gane;
Oer his white banes, when they we bare
The wind sall blaw for evermair.’