Three Ravens / Twa Corbies

There were three ravens sat on a tree
Down-a-down, hey, Down-a-down
They were black as black might be, with a down
One of them said to his mate:
«Where shall we our breakfast take?»
With a down, derry derry derry down
As I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies making a mane:
And tane unto the tither did say, oh
'Whar sall we gang and dine the day oh?'
'Whar sall we gang and dine the day?'
In behint yon auld fail dyke
I wot there lies a new-slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there oh
But his hawk, and his hound, and his lady fair oh
His hawk, and 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 anither mate oh
So we may mak our dinner sweet oh
We may mak our dinner sweet
Ye’ll sit on his white hause-bane
And I’ll pike out his bonny blue e’en:
With many a lock o' his gowden hair oh
We’ll theek our nest when it grows bare oh
We’ll theek our nest when it grows bare
'Mony a one for him maks mane
And nane sall ken whar he is gane:
O’er his white banes, when they are bare oh
The wind sall blaw for evermair, oh
The wind sall blaw for evermair