Twa Corbies - Duo Noir

As I was walking all alane

I spied twa corbies making a mane

And one to the other did say-o:

«Where shall we go and dine the-day-o?

Where shall we go and dine the-day?»

«Oh behint yon auld fail dyke

I wot there lies a new slain knight

And nobody knows that he lies there

But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair-er

But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair»

«His hawk is to the hunting gone

His hound to fetch the wild-fowl home

His lady ta’en another mate

So we may make our dinner sweet-o

Oh we may make our dinner sweet»

«'Y'll sit on his white hause-bane

And I’ll pck out his bonny blue een

Wi ae lock of his gowden hair

We’ll fetch our nest where it grows bare

We’ll fetch our nest where it grows bare»

«And many a one for him makes mane

But nobody know where he has gone

And through his white bones, when they are bare

The wind will blow for evermore-o

Yes, the wind will blow for evermore

The wind will blow for evermore-o

The wind will blow for evermore»