| Song | Corbies |
| Artist | Steeleye Span |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Steeleye Span/Traditional | |
| Traditional | |
| As I was walking all alane | |
| I heard Twa Corbies making a main | |
| And tane untae the tither did say O | |
| Where sall we gang and dine the day | |
| In behint yon auld fell dyke | |
| I wat there lies a new slain knight | |
| And naebody kens that he lies there O | |
| But his hawk and hound and his lady fair | |
| His hound is tae the hunting gane | |
| His hawk tae fetch a wild fowl hame | |
| His lady's taen another mate O | |
| So we maun make our dinner sweet | |
| Ye'll sit on his white hause bane | |
| And I'll pike out his bonny blue een | |
| Wi' many a lock of his gowden hair O | |
| We'll theek our nest when it grows bare | |
| Many a one for him makes mane | |
| But nane shall ken where he is gane | |
| O'er his white bones when they are bare O | |
| The wind shall blow forever mare | |
| The wind sall blow forever mair |
| zuo qu : Steeleye Span Traditional | |
| Traditional | |
| As I was walking all alane | |
| I heard Twa Corbies making a main | |
| And tane untae the tither did say O | |
| Where sall we gang and dine the day | |
| In behint yon auld fell dyke | |
| I wat there lies a new slain knight | |
| And naebody kens that he lies there O | |
| But his hawk and hound and his lady fair | |
| His hound is tae the hunting gane | |
| His hawk tae fetch a wild fowl hame | |
| His lady' s taen another mate O | |
| So we maun make our dinner sweet | |
| Ye' ll sit on his white hause bane | |
| And I' ll pike out his bonny blue een | |
| Wi' many a lock of his gowden hair O | |
| We' ll theek our nest when it grows bare | |
| Many a one for him makes mane | |
| But nane shall ken where he is gane | |
| O' er his white bones when they are bare O | |
| The wind shall blow forever mare | |
| The wind sall blow forever mair |
| zuò qǔ : Steeleye Span Traditional | |
| Traditional | |
| As I was walking all alane | |
| I heard Twa Corbies making a main | |
| And tane untae the tither did say O | |
| Where sall we gang and dine the day | |
| In behint yon auld fell dyke | |
| I wat there lies a new slain knight | |
| And naebody kens that he lies there O | |
| But his hawk and hound and his lady fair | |
| His hound is tae the hunting gane | |
| His hawk tae fetch a wild fowl hame | |
| His lady' s taen another mate O | |
| So we maun make our dinner sweet | |
| Ye' ll sit on his white hause bane | |
| And I' ll pike out his bonny blue een | |
| Wi' many a lock of his gowden hair O | |
| We' ll theek our nest when it grows bare | |
| Many a one for him makes mane | |
| But nane shall ken where he is gane | |
| O' er his white bones when they are bare O | |
| The wind shall blow forever mare | |
| The wind sall blow forever mair |