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.