Andreas Scholl - The Three Ravens (folk song) текст песни

There were three rauens sat on a tree,
Downe a downe, hay downe, hay downe,
They were as blacke as blacke could be.
With a downe.

Then one of them said to his mate,
"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
With a downe, derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.

Downe in yonder greene field,
Downe a downe, hay downe, hay downe,
There lies a Knight slain under his shield,
With a downe.

His hounds they lie downe at his feete,
So well they can their Master keepe,
With a downe, derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.

His Hawkes they flie so eagerly,
Downe a downe, hay downe, hay downe,
There's no fowle dare him come nie
With a downe.

Downe there comes a fallow Doe,
As great with yong as she might goe,
With a downe, derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.

She lift up his bloudy head,
Downe a downe, hay downe, hay downe,
And kist 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, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.

She buried him before the prime,
Downe a downe, hay downe, hay downe,
She was dead her self ere euen-song time.
With a downe.

God send euery gentleman,
Such haukes, such hounds, and such a Leman.
With a downe, derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.