Twa Corbies (The Two Ravens)

My own version of the classic lyrical medieval ballad, in modern english...

As I was walking all alone
I heard two ravens cry and moan
And one unto the other did say
Where shall we go and dine today?
Oh where shall we go and dine today?

Just beyond that old high dike
I know there lies a murdered knight
And no one knows that he lies there-o
but his hawk and his hound and his lady fair-o
but his hawk and his hound and his lady fair

His hound is to the hunting gone
His hawk to catch the wild bird on
His lady loves another knight, oh
So we shall make our dinner sweet
Yes we shall make our dinner sweet

So you can sit on his white thigh
And I'll peck out his fair blue eye
And with a lock of his goldern hair-o
We can fix a nest where it grows bare-o
We'll fix a nest where it grows bare

There's not many a one for him this dawn
But none will no where he has gone
And over his bones when they lie bare-o
The wind will blow forevermore-o
The wind will blow forevermore