Twa Corbies [English translation]

As I was walking all alone,

I heard two ravens making woeful cries;

The one unto the other said, Oh,

'Where will we go and eat today, Oh?'

'Where will we go and eat today?'

'There behind you beyond an old sod mound,

I know there lies a newly slain knight;

And no one knows that he lies there, Oh,

But his hawk, his dog, and his pretty wife, Oh.

But his hawk, his dog, and his pretty wife.

'His dog is out hunting - gone,

His hawk to bring a wild bird home,

His wife has found another mate, Oh

So we will have our great feast, Oh.

So we will have our great feast.

'You'll sit upon his white neck bone.

And I'll pick out his lovely blue eyes;

With a tuft of his golden hair, Oh

We'll thatch our nest when it gets bare, Oh.

We'll thatch our nest when it gets bare.

'There are many that mourn for him,

But none will know where he has gone;

Over his white bones, after we make them bare, Oh

The wind will blow forevermore, Oh.'

The wind will blow forevermore.'