The three ravens

Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe
There were three ravens sat on a tree,
They were as blacke as they might be.
With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.

The one of them said to his mate,
“Where shall we our breakefast take?”

“Downe in yonder greene field,
There lies a knight slain vnder his shield.

“His hounds they lie downe at his feete,
So well they can their master keepe.

“His haukes they flie so eagerly,
There’s no fowle dare him come nie.”

Downe there comes a fallow doe,
As great with yong as she might goe.

She got him vp vpon her backe,
And carried him to earthen lake.

She buried him before the prime,
She was dead herselfe ere euen-song time.

God send euery gentleman,
Such haukes, such hounds, and such a leman.

{Musik & Text (beides gekürzt): anonym, mdl. England, vor 1611, in Thomas
Ravenscroft: “Melismata. Musical Phansies. Fitting the Court, Citie and County Humours.“,
London, 1611}

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