English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Traditional Ballads
12. The Three Ravens
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Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe
There were three rauens sat on a tree,
With a downe
There were three rauens sat on a tree,
They were as blacke as they might be.
With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.
“Where shall we our breakefast take?”
There lies a knight slain vnder his shield.
So well they can their master keepe.
There’s no fowle dare him come nie.”
As great with yong as she might goe.
And kist his wounds that were so red.
And carried him to earthen lake.
She was dead herselfe ere euen-song time.
Such haukes, such hounds, and such a leman.