Lyrics

There were three ravens sat on a tree, Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe There were three ravens sat on a tree, With a downe There were three ravens sat on a tree, They were as black as they might be. With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe The one of them said to his mate, Downe a downe, hay down, 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 green field, Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe 'Downe in yonder green field, With a downe 'Downe in yonder green field, There lies a knight slain under his shield. With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe 'His hounds they lie downe at his feet, Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe 'His hounds they lie downe at his feet, With a downe 'His hounds they lie downe at his feet, So well they can their master keep. With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe 'His hawks they fly so eagerly, Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe 'His hawks they fly so eagerly, With a downe 'His hawks they fly so eagerly, There's no fowle dare him come nie.' With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe Downe there comes a fallow doe, Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe Downe there comes a fallow doe, With a downe Downe there comes a fallow doe, As great with yong as she might goe. With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe She lift up his bloudy hed, Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe She lift up his bloudy hed, With a downe She lift up his bloudy hed, And kist his wounds that were so red. With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe She got him up upon her backe, Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe She got him up upon her backe, With a downe She got him up upon her backe, And carried him to earthen lake. With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe She buried him before the prime, Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe She buried him before the prime, With a downe She buried him before the prime, She was dead herself ere even-song time. With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe God send every gentleman, Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe God send every gentleman, With a downe God send every gentleman, Such hawks, such hounds, and such a leman. With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe