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 to-day?”
The tane unto the t'other say
“Where sall we gang and dine to-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
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 mak our dinner sweet
His lady's ta'en another mate
So we may mak 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
Wi ae lock o his gowden hair
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare

There is mony a one for him makes mane
But nane sall ken where he is gane
O'er his white banes, when they are bare
The wind sall blaw for evermair”
O'er his white banes, when they are bare
The wind sall blaw for evermair”