Twa Corbiez Songtext
von Tibetréa

Do not bury your dead heroes
Leave them in the open air
To be eaten by the crow
The Goddess of war
Will take them to the divine world
For eternal praise

As I was walking all alane
I spied twa corbiez
They were makin′ mane
And een ontae the other did say:
"Where will we gang
Will we dine the day?
Oh
Where will we gang
Will we dine the day?


It's in ahind yon oul fail dyke
I wot there lies
Oh a new slain knight
Naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk, his hound
And his lady fair
Oh
His hawk, his hound
And his lady fair

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

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

Mony a one for him makes mane
But nane sall ken where he has gane
O'er his white bones as they lie bare
The wind will blow aye forever mare
Oh
The wind will blow aye forever mare"