| As I was walking all alane
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| I heard Twa Corbies making a main
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| And tane untae the tither did say O
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| Where sall 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 hound and his lady fair
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| His hound is tae the hunting gane
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| His hawk tae fetch a wild fowl hame
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| His lady’s taen another mate O
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| So we maun make our dinner sweet
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| Ye’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' many a lock of his gowden hair O
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| We’ll theek our nest when it grows bare
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| Many 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 forever mare
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| The wind sall blow forever mair |