Twa Corbies [English translation]

As I was walking over the lane

I heard two ravens making moan

And one unto the other did say,

"Where shall we go and dine today?"

"Behind that old turf-wall

I know there lies a newly slain knight

And nobody knows that he lies there,

But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair.

"His hound has gone hunting,

His hawk has gone to catch wildfowl,

His lady has taken another mate,

So we may make our dinner sweet.

"You'll sit on his white neck-bone

And I'll bite out his beautiful blue eyes;

With many a lock of his golden hair,

We'll cover our nest when it grows bare.

"Many a one for him lies slain

But none shall know where he has gone

For his white bones, when they are bare,

The wind shall blow forevermore."

• Artist:Schelmish
• Album:Mente Capti