As I was walking all alane

I met twa corbies making a main

And tane inta 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 hound tae fetch the wild fowl hame

His lady's taen anither mate O

So we maun make our dinner sweet O

Ye'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 main

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