TWA Corbies - Sol Invictus

As I was walking all alone

I spied twa corbies making a mane

And one to the other did say-o:

«Where shall we go and dine the-day?

Where shall we go and dine the-day?»

«Oh behind that fail black dyke

There lies a body of a fresh-slain knight

And nobody knows that he lies there

But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair

But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair»

«The hawk is to the hunting gone

The hound to fetch the wild-fowl home

His lady’s lying with another

So we can make our dinner sweet

Oh we can make our dinner sweet»

«And you’ll sit on his white hause-bone

And I’ll peck out his bonny blue eyes

And with the lock of his golden hair

We’ll mend our nest where it grows bare

We’ll mend our nest where it grows bare»

«And many a one is making mane

But nobody know where he has gone

And through his bones, when they are bare

The wind will blow for evermore

The wind will blow for evermore

The wind will blow for evermore

The wind will blow for evermore»