Twa Corbies
by Bert Jansch
From the album: Moonshine
Track 8 of 9 on Moonshine (1973).
Duration: 3:00
Lyrics for Twa Corbies
As I was a-walkin' ow' a line I saw twa cobbers makkin' a mine And the taein' an' taein' thither did sae, oh Wi' sure we're gangin' down the day, oh Wi' sure we're gangin' down the day It's in a hinch on auld Fell Dyke Aye, what there lies but a new-slain knight And naebody kens he lies there, oh Wi' his hawk and his hound and his lady fair, oh Wi' his hawk and his hound and his lady fair His hound is a' tae the huntin' gane His hawk tae fetch the wild fowl hare His lady's taen another mate Wi' ma hime a' gaed in a swait, oh Wi' ma hime a' gaed in a swait Now, if you'll sit on his white horsebane And I'll pick out his bonny blue wean And we'll hae a lock o' his golden hair We'll pick ower nest when it grows bare, oh We'll pick ower nest when it grows bare There's many ane for his mak's mane And I'm so ken wha he is gain Oh, his white bairns when they are bare, oh The winds sae blow for evermare, oh Winds sae blow for evermare