Twa Corbies - Steeleye Span

As I was walking all alane

I heard twa corbies makin' mane;

And tane ontae the tither did say,

Where shall we gang and dine the day

Where shall we gang and dine the day?

In behind yon aul fail dyke

I wot there lies a new slain knight;

And naebody kens that he lies there-o

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

His hawk and his hound and his lady fair.

His hawk is tae the hunting gane,

His hound to fetch the wildfowl hame;

His lady has ta’en anither mate-o

So we may make our dinner sweet-o,

We may make our dinner sweet

Ye’ll sit on his white hause-bane

And I’ll pike out his bonny blue een;

With many a lock of his golden hair-o

We’ll theek our nest when it grows bare-o,

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 for evermare-o,

The wind shall blow for evermare.