As I was walking on the lane, I heard two cars buzzing by in a lane.A tae none tae that other say.Warsaw we ganging down the day, oh, Warsaw we ganging down the day.It's in a hint, yon old failed dyke, I watch their lives, a new slate night.And naebody kens that he lies there, but his hawk and his hound and his lady fair.But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair.His hound is tae the hunting gang, his hawk tae fetch the wild fowl hang.His lady's tae none other mate, so we may make her dinner sweet, oh, so we may makeher dinner sweet.It's ye'll sit on his white hosbane, and I'll pike out his bonnie blue eeb, and waeye lock o's goudan hae, we'll feek her nest when it grows bare, oh, we'll feek her nestwhen it grows bare.There's money a yin for him, I explain, but nae self ken what he is gain, or his whitebanes when they are bare.The wind shall blow for evermore, oh, the wind shall blow for evermore.The wind shall blow for evermore.The wind shall blow for evermore.