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Trad. Arr: Dora Darling - The knight who lies slain under his shield, he is not abandoned by his lover, his hawks and his hounds, but the ravens talk of eating him.
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There were three ravens sat in a tree,
Down a down hey down a down
They were as black as black might be
With a down,
The one said unto his mate, "where shall we our breakfast take?"
With a down, derry derry derry derry derry down
Down in yonder green field
Down a down hey down a down
There lies a knight slain under his shield
With a down
His hounds they lie down at his feet, so well do they their master keep
With a down, derry derry derry derry derry down
HIs hawks they fly so easily
Down a down hey down a down
No other fowl dare come his nigh
with a down
And by there comes a fallow doe, as heavy with young as she might go
With a down, derry derry derry derry derry down
She lifted up his bloody head
Down a down hey down a down
She kissed his wounds that were so red
With a down
She got him up onto her back, and carried him to an earthen lake
With a down, derry derry derry derry derry down
She hurried him before the prime
Down a down hey down a down
She was dead herself ere evensong time
With a down
God send every gentleman such hawks, such hounds and such sweetheart
With a down, derry derry derry derry derry down
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