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 taen anither mate-o
So we may make our dinner sweet-o,
We may make our dinner sweet
Yell sit on his white hause-bane
And Ill pike out his bonny blue een
With many a lock of his golden hair-o
Well 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
Oer his white bones when they are bare-o
The wind shall blow for evermare-o,
The wind shall blow for evermare.