In this possibly very ancient Scottish ballad, two carrion crows cast a cold and hungry eye over a dead knight
As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t’other say,
‘Where sall we gang and dine to-day?’
In this possibly very ancient Scottish ballad, two carrion crows cast a cold and hungry eye over a dead knight
As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t’other say,
‘Where sall we gang and dine to-day?’