Twa Corbies [English translation]

As I was walking all alone

I spied two ravens moaning out

One said to the other

Where shall we go and dine today?

Down behind that old wall of turf

I know that a new slain knight lies there

And no one knows that he lies there

But his hawk and his hound and his charming lady

His hound went hunting

His hawk to drop the wildfowl home

His Lady found herself another man

Thus, we may have our dinner in a canter

You'll land on his collarbone

And I'll scratch his fine blue eyes out

Along with a lock of his golden hair

We'll build our nest when it's in sight

There are many that wail for him

But no one shall know where he has gone

Or his white bones, when they're in sight

The wind shall blow forevermore