Three Ravens / Twa Corbies / Feast of the Ravens

There were three ravens sat on a tree
Downe a downe, hay downe, hay downe
There were three ravens sat on a tree
With a downe
There were three ravens sat on a tree
They were as blacke as they might be
With a downe, derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe

The one of them said to his mate
Downe a downe, hay downe, hay downe
The one of them said to his mate
With a downe
The one of them said to his mate
Where shall we our breakfast take?
With a downe, derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe

Downe in yonder greene grass field
Downe a downe, hay downe, hay downe
Downe in yonder greene grass field
With a downe
Downe in yonder greene grass field
There lies a Knight slain under his shield
With a downe, derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe

"In behint yon auld fail dyke
I wot there lies a new slain knight
And naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair."

"His hound is to the hunting gane
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame
His lady's taen another mate
So we may mak our dinner sweet."

"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane
And I'll pike out his bonny blue een
Wi ae lock o his gowden hair
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare."

"Mony a one for him makes mane
But nane sall ken where he is gane
Oer his white banes, when they are bare
The wind sall blaw for evermair."

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?"