Three Ravens Songtext

von Connemara Stone Company

There were three ravens sat on a tree,
Down a down, hey down, hey down.
And they were as black as black might be,
With a down.
Then one of them said to his mate:
"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.

Down in yonder greenfield,
There lies a knight slain under his shield;
His hounds they lie down at his feet,
So well they can their master keep.

His hawks they fly so eagerly,
No other fowl dare hin come nigh
Down there comes a fallow doe,
As heavy with young as she might go.

She lifted up his bloody head,
And kissed his wounds that were so red.
She got him up upon her back
And carried him to earthen lake.

She buried him before the prime,
She was dead herself ere evensong time.
God send every gentleman
Such hawks, such hounds and such leman.