As I was walking, oh a' my lane
I spied twa corbies, they were makin' mane
And een ontae the other did say
"Where will we gang? Will we dine the day?
Where will we gang? Will we dine the day?"

It's in ahind yon oul fail [bad word] I wot there lies, oh a new-slain knight
Naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk, his hound and his lady fair
His hawk, his hound and his lady fair

His hawk is tae the hunting gane
His hound, to bring a' wild fowl hame
His lady's ta'en another mate
So we can mak' our dinner sweet
So we can mak' our dinner sweet

It's you'll sit on his white horse bane
And I'll pick out his bonny blue e'en
Wi' a lock of his gowden hair
We'll thak our nest fan it grows bare
We'll thak our nest fan it grows bare

There's mony's an ane now for him makes mane
But naebody kens where he has gane
Through his bare bones as they lie bare
The wind will blow aye forever mare
The wind will blow aye forever mare