Lyrics Twa Corbies - Heather Alexander
As
I
went
a-walking
all
alane,
I
heard
twa
corbies
makin'
mane;
The
tane
unto
the
tither
did
say-o,
"Where
sall
we
gang
an'
dine
the
day-o?"
"In
behint
yon
auld
fail
dyke,
I
wot
there
lies
a
new-slain
knight;
An'
naebody
kens
that
he
lies
there-o
But
his
hawk,
an'
his
hound
an'
his
lady
fair-o"
"His
hound
is
to
the
huntin
gane,
His
hawk
tae
fetch
the
wild
fowl
hame,
His
lady's
ta'en
anither
mate-o,
So
we
may
mak
our
dinner
sweet-o"
"Ye'll
sit
on
his
white
hause-bane,
An'
I'll
pike
out
his
bonny
blue
een,
An'
wi'
a
lock
of
his
gowden
hair-o
We'll
theek
our
nest
when
it
grows
bare-o."
"Mony
a
one
for
him
maks
mane,
But
nane
sall
ken
where
he
is
gane;
Ower
his
white
bones
when
they
are
bare-o
The
wind
sall
blow
for
evermair-o."
1 Festival Wind
2 Broom Of The Cowdenknowes
3 Chillie Chalium*Musical Priest*Butterfly*Swallowtail
4 The Devil & The Farmer's Wife
5 Hap'n Frog Of Cambreadth
6 Bedlam Boys
7 King Henry / Black Nag
8 High Barbary
9 Twa Corbies
10 The Molecatcher
11 Blue Heron*Cranky Crawdads*Mittens On The Moon
12 The Golden Ring
13 The Bow's Turned Back
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