Three Ravens - Cécile Corbel

Downe a downe hay downe

They were as blacke as they might be

Downe a downe hay downe

With a downe derrie down derrie

Downe a downe hay downe

There were three ravens sat on a tree

Downe a downe hay downe

With a downe derrie downe

The one of them said to his mate

"Where shall we our breakefast take "

"Downe in yonder green field

There lies a knight slain under his shield"

Downe a downe hay downe

They were as black as they might be

Downe a downe hay downe

With a downe derrie down derrie

Downe a downe hay downe

There were three ravens sat on a tree

Downe a downe hay downe

With a downe derrie downe

"His hounds they lie downe at his feet

So well they can their master keep

His haukes they fly so eagerly

There's no fowle dare him to come nie"

Downe a downe hay downe

They were as black as they might be

Downe a downe hay downe

With a downe derrie down derrie

Downe a downe hay downe

There were three ravens sat on a tree

Downe a downe hay downe

With a downe derrie downe

Downe there comes a fallow doe

As great with young as she might go

She buried him before the prime

She was dead herself there even-song time

Downe a downe hay downe

They were as black as they might be

Downe a downe hay downe

With a downe derrie down derrie

Downe a downe hay downe

There were three ravens sat on a tree

Downe a downe hay downe

With a downe derrie downe

Downe a downe hay downe

They were as black as they might be

Downe a downe hay downe

With a downe derrie down derrie

Downe a downe hay downe

There were three ravens sat on a tree

Downe a downe hay downe

With a downe derrie downe