The Three Ravens

There were three ravens sat on a tree, Downe a downe, hay downe, a downe, They were as black as they might be. With a downe, downe, downe Then one of them said to his mate, Where shall we now our breakfast take? With a downe, derrie, derrie, downe, downe. Down in yonder dear green field, Downe a downe, hay downe, a downe, There lies a Knight slain under his shield, With a downe, downe, downe His hounds they lie down at his feet, So well do they their Master keep, With a downe, derrie, derrie, downe, downe. His hawks they fly so eagerly, Downe a downe, hay downe, a downe, There's no fowl dare him come nie With a downe, downe, downe Down there comes a fallow Doe, As great with young as she might go, With a downe, derrie, derrie, downe, downe. She lifted up his bloody head, Downe a downe, hay downe, a downe, And kissed his wounds that were so red, With a downe, downe, downe She got him up upon her back, And carried him to earthen lake, With a downe, derrie, derrie, downe, downe. She buried him before the prime, Oh derrie She was dead herself ere euen-song time. God send every gentleman, Such hawks, such hounds, and such a Leman