| As I was walking all alane
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| I heard twa corbies makin' mane;
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| And tane ontae the tither did say,
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| Where shall we gang and dine the day
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| Where shall we gang and dine the day?
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| In behind yon aul fail dyke
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| I wot 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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| His hawk and his hound and his lady fair.
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| His hawk is tae the hunting gane,
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| His hound to fetch the wildfowl hame;
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| His lady has ta’en anither mate-o
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| So we may make our dinner sweet-o,
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| We may 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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| With many a lock of his golden hair-o
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| We’ll theek our nest when it grows bare-o,
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| 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 for evermare-o,
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| The wind shall blow for evermare. |