As I was walking all alane,I heard twa corbies making a mane;The tane unto the t'other say,"Where sall we gang and dine the day?"
"In behint yon auld fail dyke,I wot there lies a new-slain knight;And naebody kens that he lies there But his hawk,his hound,and his lady fair.
"His hound is to the hunting gane,His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,His lady's ta'en another mate,So we may make our dinner sweet.
"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,And I'll pike out his bonny blue een;Wi ae lock o his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
"Mony a one for him makes mane,But nane sall ken whae he is gane,Oer his white banes,when they are bare,The wind sall blaw for evermair."
