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The Three Ravens
By The Ballad
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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 blacke as they might be.
With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.
“Where shall we our breakfast take?”
There lies a knight slain under his shield.
So well they can their master keepe.
There’s no fowle dare him come nie.”
As great with young as she might goe.
And kist his wounds that were so red.
And carried him to earthen lake.
She was dead herselfe ere even-song time.
Such haukes, such hounds, and such a leman.