Three Ravens

Title: Three Ravens

Author: Silent Poet

There were three ravens sat on a tree,

Down a down, hey down, hey down

They were a 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

Their 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

No other fowl dare him come nigh,

With a down.

Down there comes a fallow doe

As heavy with young as she might go.

With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.

She lifted up his bloody 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 even-song time,

With a down.

God send every gentleman Such hawks, such hounds, and such leman,

With a down, derry,

derry, derry down, down.