As I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies makin a mane The tane intae the tither did say "Whaur sall we gang and dine the day?"
It's in ahint yon auld fail dyke I wot there lies a new slain knight An naebody kens that he lies there But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair
His hound is to the haunting gane His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame His lady's ta'en anither mate So we may mak our dinner swate So we may mak our dinner swate
Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane And I'll pike oot his bonny blue e'en Wi ae lock o his gowden hair We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare
There's mony a ane for him maks mane But nane sall ken whaur he is gane O'er his white banes when they are bare The wind sall blaw for evenmairTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
