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."