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Lyrics for 'Three Ravens' by 'Peter Paul And Mary'
There Were Three Ravens Sat On A Tree
Down-a-down, Hey! Down-a-down,
And 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,
There 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,
And 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 Gentlemen
Fine Hawks, Fine Hounds And Such A Loved One
With A Down Derry Derry Derry Down, Hmmm
(*lack Means Lake. It Is An Ancient Pronunciation.)
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