The Three Ravens
There were three ravens sat on a tree,
Down a down, hey down, hey down.
They were as black as black might be,
With a down.
The one of them said to his mate:
"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
Down in yonder green field,
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
There lies a knight slain under his shield,
With a down.
His hounds they lie down at his feet,
So well they do their master keep,
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
His hawks they fly so eagerly,
Down a down, hey down, hey down.
There is no fowl dare him come nigh,
With a down.
Down there comes a fallow doe
As great with young as she might go,
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
She lifted up his wounded head,
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
And kissed his wounds that were so red,
With a down.
She got him up upon her back
And carried him to earthen lake,
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
She buried him before the prime,
Down a down, hey down, hey down.
She was dead herself ere evensong time,
With a down.
God send ev'ry gentleman
Such hawks, such hounds and such leman,
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
Down a down, hey down, hey down.
They were as black as black might be,
With a down.
The one of them said to his mate:
"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
Down in yonder green field,
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
There lies a knight slain under his shield,
With a down.
His hounds they lie down at his feet,
So well they do their master keep,
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
His hawks they fly so eagerly,
Down a down, hey down, hey down.
There is no fowl dare him come nigh,
With a down.
Down there comes a fallow doe
As great with young as she might go,
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
She lifted up his wounded head,
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
And kissed his wounds that were so red,
With a down.
She got him up upon her back
And carried him to earthen lake,
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
She buried him before the prime,
Down a down, hey down, hey down.
She was dead herself ere evensong time,
With a down.
God send ev'ry gentleman
Such hawks, such hounds and such leman,
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
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Writer(s): Traditional, Henry Michael Parker
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