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There were three Ravens sat on a tree |
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Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe |
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They were as blacke as blacke could be |
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With a downe |
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Then one of them said to his mate |
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Where shall we our breakefast take? |
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With a downe derry derry derry downe downe |
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Downe in yonder greene field |
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Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe |
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There lies a Knight slain under his shield |
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With a down |
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His hounds they lie downe at his feete |
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So well do they their Master keepe |
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With a downe |
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His Hawkes they flie so eagerly |
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Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe |
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There's no fowle that dare him come nie |
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With a downe |
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Downe there comes a fallow Doe |
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As great with yong as she might go |
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She lifted up his bloody head |
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Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe |
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And kissed his wounds that were so red |
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With a downe |
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She got him up upon her backe |
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And carried him to earthen lac |
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With a downe |
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She buried him before the prime |
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Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe |
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She was dead her selfe ere even song time |
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With a downe |
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God sent every gentleman |
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Such hawkes, such hounds, and such a leman |
