Three Ravens                                      
(Peter Paul & Mary)                               
                                                  
There were three ravens sat on a tree,            
Down-a-down, hey down-a-down. 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, 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. 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, down.                  
                                                  
She buried him before his prime, Down-a-down,     
hey down-a-down. She was dead herself 'ere        
evening time, with a down. God send every         
gentleman Fine hawks, fine hounds, and such a     
loved one, With a down, derry, derry, derry,      
down, down.