Twa Corbies

As I was a-walkin' ow' a line
I saw twa cobbers makkin' a mine
And the taein' an' taein' thither did sae, oh
Wi' sure we're gangin' down the day, oh
Wi' sure we're gangin' down the day

It's in a hinch on auld Fell Dyke
Aye, what there lies but a new-slain knight
And naebody kens he lies there, oh
Wi' his hawk and his hound and his lady fair, oh
Wi' his hawk and his hound and his lady fair

His hound is a' tae the huntin' gane
His hawk tae fetch the wild fowl hare
His lady's taen another mate
Wi' ma hime a' gaed in a swait, oh
Wi' ma hime a' gaed in a swait

Now, if you'll sit on his white horsebane
And I'll pick out his bonny blue wean
And we'll hae a lock o' his golden hair
We'll pick ower nest when it grows bare, oh
We'll pick ower nest when it grows bare

There's many ane for his mak's mane
And I'm so ken wha he is gain
Oh, his white bairns when they are bare, oh
The winds sae blow for evermare, oh
Winds sae blow for evermare