The Three Ravens Songtext
von Andreas Scholl, Andreas Martin

There were three ravens sat on a tree,
downe a downe, hay downe, a downe,
They were as black as they might be.
with a downe, downe, downe
Then one of them said to his mate,
Where shall we now our breakfast take?
With a downe, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.
Down in yonder dear green field,
downe a downe, hay downe, a downe,
There lies a Knight slain under his shield,
with a downe, downe, downe
His hounds they lie down at his feet,
So well do they their Master keep,
With a downe, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.
His hawks they fly so eagerly,
downe a downe, hay downe, a downe,
There′s no fowl dare him come nie with a downe, downe, downe
Down there comes a fallow Doe,
As great with young as she might go,
With a downe, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.
She lifted up his bloody head,
downe a downe, hay downe, a downe,
And kissed his wounds that were so red,
with a downe, downe, downe
She got him up upon her back,
And carried him to earthen lake,
With a downe, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.
She buried him before the prime,
Oh derrie
She was dead herself ere euen-song time.
God send every gentleman,
Such hawks, such hounds, and such a Leman