Twa Corbies Chords by Hamish Imlach

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_ _ [Gm] This is a song, medieval ballad, quite a sinister thing about these two crows sitting on a [G] fence
and they're looking at this knight who just kicked the bucket and chatting about him,
presumably waiting for his armour to rust so they can get at [Gm] him _ _ _ and speculating how
he ended up there.
_ I 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 lane, _ _ _ I heard two _ corbis mocking the mane. _ _
[Cm] The ten on ten, the tither did say,
Oh, [Gm] what shall we gang and dine today? _ _
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_ _ It's in the hen's yawn, old Phil died,
Oh, what there lies a new slain knight,
[Cm] And nobody can say that he lies _ there,
[Gm] But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair. _
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His hound is ta' the hunting game,
His _ hawk defets the wild fowl,
His _ _ [G] lady's [Cm] ten and neither _ mate,
[G] So [Gm] we mon maker dinner sweet. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ It's he'll sit on his white horse bed,
And _ I'll bite out his horny bluey, _ _ _
[Cm] And we'll all call his golden hair,
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[Gm] We'll thick our nest while he grows back, _ _
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_ There's money a' yin for him I trade,
_ _ But names I'll ken what he's gave,
_ [G] For his white banes, why, [A] they lie _ bare,
[G] Though in silver [Gm] or for evermere. _ _ _ _ _ _
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