There were three Ravens sat on a tree, Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe. They were as blacke as blacke could be—with a downe. Then one of them said to his mate, Where shall we our breakefast take? With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe. Downe in yonder greene field, Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe. There lies a Knight slain under his shield—with a downe. His hounds they lie downe at his feete So well do they their Master keepe With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe. His Hawkes they flie so eagerly, Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe. There's no fowle that dare him come nie—with a downe. Downe there comes a fallow Doe, As great with yong as she might go With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe. She lifted up his bloody head, Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe. And kiss'd his wounds that were so red—with a downe. She got him up upon her backe And carried him to earthen lake. With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe. She buried him before the prime, Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe. She was dead her selfe ere evensong time—with a downe. God sent every gentleman, Such hawkes, such hounds, and such a leman With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe.