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As I was walking all alane |
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I heard twa corbies makin a mane |
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The tane untae the tither did say-o |
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Where shall we gang and dine the day-o |
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Where shall we gang and dine the day |
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In behint yon auld feel dyke |
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I wat there lies a new slain knight |
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And naebody kens that he lies there-o |
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But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair-o |
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But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair |
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His hound is tae the hunting gane |
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His hawk tae fetch the wild-fowl hame |
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His lady's ta'en anither mate-o |
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So we maun make our dinner sweet-o |
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So we maun make our dinner sweet |
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He'll sit on his white hause-bane |
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And I'll pike out his bonny blue een |
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Wi mony a lock o his gowden hair-o |
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We'll theek our nest when it grows bare-o |
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We'll theek our nest when it grows bare |
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Mony a one for him makes mane |
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But nane shall ken where he is gane |
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O'er his white bones when they are bare-o |
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The wind shall blow for ever mair-o |
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The wind shall blow for ever mair |
