Lyrics
Oer his white banes, and i ll pike out his bonny blue een
and lady fair
his hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame
mony a one for him makes mane
I heard twa corbies making a mane, oer his white banes
I heard twa corbies making a mane, ye ll sit on his white hause-bane, his lady s ta en another mate
when they are bare
oer his white banes
as i was walking all alane
Oer his white banes, oer his white banes, as i was walking all alane
i wot there lies a new slain knight
So we may mak our dinner sweet, oer his white banes, wi ae lock o his gowden hair
as i was walking all alane
But his hawk, his hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame
Mony a one for him makes mane, and i ll pike out his bonny blue een
Mony a one for him makes mane, the tane unto the t other say
so we may mak our dinner sweet
I heard twa corbies a making their mane, his lady s ta en another mate, as i was walking a a lane
His lady s ta en another mate, mony a one for him makes mane
Oer his white banes, oer his white banes