Twa Corbies
Cannach Lyrics

As I was walking a' alane,
While I was walking all alone,

I heard twa corbies makin' a mane.
I heard two ravens lamenting.

The tane untae the tither did say,
One to the other said,

Whaur sail we gang and dine the day, O.
Where shall we go to dine today, oh?

It's in ahint yon auld fail dyke
Behind that old, broken-down wall

I wot there lies a new slain knight;
I know a newly slain knight lies there;

And naebody kens that he lies there,
And nobody knows that he lies there,

But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair, O.
Except for his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair, oh.

His hound is to the hunting gane,
His hound has gone hunting,

His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His hawk is bringing the wild birds home,

His lady ta'en anither mate,
His lady has taken another lover,

So we may mak' our dinner swate, O.
So we may make our dinner sweet, oh.

Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
You'll sit on his white neck bone,

And I'll pike oot his bonny blue e'en
And I'll pluck out his lovely blue eyes

Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair
With one lock of his golden hair

We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare, O.
We'll cover our nest when it becomes bare, oh.

There's mony a ane for him maks mane
Many mourn for him,

But nane sail ken whaur he is gane;
But no one will know where he has gone;

O'er his white banes when they are bare,
Over his white bones when they are bare,

The wind sail blaw for evermair, O.
The wind will blow forevermore, oh.