As I was walking all alone

I heard twa corbies making a moan

The one unto the other did say-o

'Where shall we go and dine today-o?

'Where shall we go and dine today?'

'In behind yon old turf dyke

'I know there lies a new-slain knight

'And nobody knows that he lies there-o

'But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair-o

'Hawk and his hound and his lady fair.

'His hound is to the hunting gone,

'His hawk to fetch the wildfowl home,

'His lady's taken another mate-o

'So we may make our dinner sweet-o

'We may make our dinner sweet.

'You'll sit on his white neck bone,

'And I'll pick out his bonny blue een;

'With one lock of his golden hair-o

'We'll thatch our nest when it grows bare-o

'Thatch our nest when it grows bare.

'Many a one for him makes moan

'But none shall know where he is gone;

'O'er his white bones when they are bare-o

'The wind shall blow foe evermore-o

'Wind shall blow for evermore.