The Twa Corbies-Madeleine Christie

[ti:The Twa Corbies] [ar:Madeleine Christie] [al:The Very Best of Scottish Poetry] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.55]As I was walking all alane [00:02.85]I heard twa corbies makin' a mane [00:05.68] [00:06.29]The tane untae the tither did say [00:08.19] [00:08.94]O where shall we gang and dine the day [00:11.52] [00:12.74]In behint yon auld fell dyke [00:15.84]I wat there lies a new slain knight [00:18.93]And naebody kens that he lies there-o but his hawk [00:23.24]And his hound and his lady fair-o [00:25.61] [00:26.49]His hound is tae the hunting gane [00:28.78]His hawk tae fetch the wild-fowl hame [00:31.50]His lady's ta'en anither mate-o [00:34.36]So we maun make our dinner sweet-o [00:37.85] [00:38.84]Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane [00:42.69]And I'll pike out his bonny blue een [00:46.36] [00:47.06]Wi mony a lock o his gowden hair-o we'll theek [00:50.18]Our nest when it grows bare-o [00:52.70] [00:53.90]Mony a one for him makes mane [00:57.10]But nane shall ken where he is gane [01:00.20] [01:00.97]O'er his white bones [01:03.04]When they are bare-o [01:04.20] [01:04.80]The wind shall blow for ever mair-o [01:09.29]The Twa Corbies - Madeleine Christie