The Twa Corbies Songtext
von Teufelstanz

As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t′other say,
"Where sall we gang and dine to-day?"

"In behint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair.


His hound is to the hunting gane,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady's ta′en another mate,
So we may mak our dinner sweet.

Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his bonny blue een;
Wi ae lock o his gowden hair
We′ll theek our nest when it grows bare.

There is mony a one for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken where he is gane;
Oer his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair".