Twa Corbies

As I was walking all a-lane
I heard twa corbies making their main
And tae men to the tither did say
"Whaur shall we gang an' dine the day?"
"In behind yon auld field-dyke
A-wa there lies a new-slain knight
And naebody kens that he lies there
But his hokk and his hound and his lady fair"
The hokk is to the hunting gane
The hound to fetch the wild-fowl ane
The lady's takin' anither maid
So we may mak' our dinner sweet
He'll sit on a white house-pain
And I'll pike out his bonnie blue ane
And wi' a lock o' his golden hair
We'll dig our nest where it grows bare
Morn is the ain for him aches main
For nae ane saw ken where he is gain
And ower the white pains we'll lay
Yon air the winds a' blow for ever mair
Morn is the ain for him aches main
For nae ane saw ken where he is gain
And ower the white pains we'll lay
Yon air the winds a' blow for ever mair
As I was walking all a-lane
I heard twa corbies making their main
And tae men to the tither did say
"Whaur shall we gang an' dine the day?"
He'll sit on a white house-pain
And I'll pike out his bonnie blue ane
And wi' a lock o' his golden hair
We'll dig our nest where it grows bare
As I was walking all a-lane
I heard twa corbies making their main
And tae men to the tither did say
"Whaur shall we gang an' dine the day?"