As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies makin' a mane.
The tane intae the tither did say, O,
"Whaur sall we gang and dine the day, O,
whaur sall we gang and dine the day?"
In behind yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new slain knight,
an naebody kens that he lies there, O,
but his hawk and his hound and his lady fair, O,
but his hawk and his hound and his lady fair".
"His hound is tae the haunting gane,
his hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
his lady's taen anither mate, O,
so we mum mak our dinner sweeto”.
we mum mak our dinner sweet
"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
and I'll pike out his bonny blue e'en,
wi many a lock of his golden hair, O,
we'll theek oor nest when it grows bare O”.
theek oor nest when it grows bare
many a one for him maks mane,
but nane sall ken whaur he is gane,
o'er his white bones when they are bare, O,
the wind shall blow for evenmair, O,
the wind shall blow for evenmair.