As I was walking all alane I met twa corbies making a main And tane inta the tither did say O Where shall we gang and dine the day O In behint yon auld fell dyke I wat there lies a new slain knight And naebody kens that he lies there O But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair O His hound is tae the hunting gane His hound tae fetch the wild fowl hame His lady's taen anither mate O So we maun make our dinner sweet O Ye'll sit on his white hause bane And I'll pike out his bonny blue een Wi mony a lock o' his gowden hair O We'll theek our nest when it grows bare O Mony a one for him makes main But nane shall ken where he is gane O'er his white bones when they are bare O The wind shall blow for ever mair O