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