This
is a song,
medieval ballad,
quite a sinister thing about these two crows sitting on a fence
and they're looking at this knight who's just
kicked the bucket and chatting about him,
presumably waiting for his armour to rust so they can get at him
speculating how he ended up there.
Reckon he's been badly done too,
because not only did his
wife run out on him, which is pretty usual,
but he was also deserted by his dog and his bird,
which is really bad.
As
I was walking all in
I heard two corbis marking the main
The ten and ten,
the tither did say, oh
what shall we gang and dine the day?
What shall we gang and dine the day?
It's in the hency on old Fildyke,
what there lies a new slain knight,
and nobody can's that he lies there,
but his hawk and his hound and his lady fair.
His hound is tae the hunting game,
his hawk tae fetch the wild fowl in,
his lady's tae another maid,
so we mon make our dinner sweet.
So we mon make our dinner sweet.
It's Yiltsed on this white horseback,
and I'll bike out his bonny blue wing,
and I'll lock up his golden hair,
we'll thick our nest where it grows badly,
thick our nest where it grows badly.
There's a money a yin for him Iks min,
but an insel can what he's given,
for his white bangs why they lie bare,
the insel blow forever mare,
the insel blow forever mare.