paroles de chanson Twa Corbies - Maddy Prior
                                                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
 
                                    
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