As I was walking all alane 
I heard twa corbies makin' a mane 
The tane untae the tither did say-o 
Where shall we gang and dine the day-o 
In behint yon auld fell dyke 
I wat 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 hound is tae the hunting gane 
His hawk tae fetch the wild-fowl hame 
His lady's ta'en anither mate-o 
So we maun make our dinner sweet-o 
He'll sit on his white hause-bane 
And I'll pike out his bonny blue een 
Wi mony a lock o his gowden hair-o 
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare-o 
Mony 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 ever mair-o