The Twa Corbies

As I was walking, oh a' my lane I spied twa corbies, they were makin' mane And een ontae the other did say "Where will we gang? Will we dine the day? Where will we gang? Will we dine the day?" It's in ahind yon oul fail dyke I wot there lies, oh a new-slain knight Naebody kens that he lies there But his hawk, his hound and his lady fair His hawk, his hound and his lady fair His hawk is tae the hunting gane His hound, to bring a' wild fowl hame His lady's ta'en another mate So we can mak' our dinner sweet So we can mak' our dinner sweet It's you'll sit on his white horse bane And I'll pick out his bonny blue e'en Wi' a lock of his gowden hair We'll thak our nest fan it grows bare We'll thak our nest fan it grows bare There's mony's an ane now for him makes mane But naebody kens where he has gane Through his bare bones as they lie bare The wind will blow aye forever mare The wind will blow aye forever mare