Twa Corbies Songtext
von Heather Alexander

As I went a-walking all alane
I heard twa corbies mak on me
The ane unto the tither did say
O whare sall we gang and dine the day
O whare sall we gang and dine the day

In behind yon auld fertile dyke
I wot there lies a new slain knight
And naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair
His hawk and his hound and his lady fair
And she′s fickle


His hound is to the hunting yeen
His hawk to fetch the wild fowl he
His lady's tine another maid
So we may mak our dinner sweet
So we may mak our dinner sweet
Knight, the other white meat

Ye′ll sit on his white horse bane
And I'll pike at his bonnie blue e'en
And we a lock of his golden hair
We′ll thig our nest when it grows bare
We′ll thig our nest when it grows bare

Humans give you that warm fuzzy feeling in the winter
Many a one for him mocks me
But nae sel can where he is gane
O'er his white bones when they are bare
The winds shall blow forever mair
The winds shall blow forever mair

As I went a-walking all alane
I heard twa corbies mak on me
The ane unto the tither did say
O whare sall we gang and dine the day
O whare sall we gang and dine the day