Peter, Paul & Mary Three Ravens
There were three ravens sat on a tree
Down-a-down, hey, down-a-down
And they were black
As they might be, with a down
The one of them said to his mate
"What shall we for our breakfast take?"
With a down, derry, derry
Derry down, down
Down in yonder green field
Down-a-down, hey, down-a-down
There lies a knight slain
Under his shield, with a down
Down there comes a fallow doe
As great with young as she might go
With a down, derry, derry
Derry, down, down
She lifted up his bloody head
Down-a-down, hey, down-a-down
And kissed his wounds
That were so red, with a down
She got him up across her back
And carried him to the earthen lack
With a down derry, derry
Derry down, hmm
She buried him before his prime
Down-a-down, hey, down-a-down
She was dead herself
Every evening time, with a down
God send every gentlemen
Fine hawks, fine hounds and such a loved one
With a down derry, derry
Derry down, hmm
