Three ravens Songtext
von Cécile Corbel

Downe, downe hay downe, they were as black as they might be
Downe, downe hay downe, with a downe derrie down derrie
Downe, downe hay downe, there were three ravens on a tree
Downe, downe hay downe, with a downe derrie 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 under his shield

Downe, downe hay downe, they were as black as they might be
Downe, downe hay downe, with a downe derrie down derrie
Downe, downe hay downe, there were three ravens on a tree
Downe, downe hay downe, with a downe derrie downe

"His hounds, they lie downe at his feete
So well they can their master keep
His haukes they fly so eagerly
There′s no fowl, dare him to come nie"

Downe, downe hay downe, they were as black as they might be
Downe, downe hay downe, with a downe derrie down derrie
Downe, downe hay downe, there were three ravens on a tree
Downe, downe hay downe, with a downe derrie downe


Downe there comes a fellow doe
As great with young as she might go
She buried him before the prime
She was dead herself he even song time

Downe, downe hay downe, they were as black as they might be
Downe, downe hay downe, with a downe derrie down derrie
Downe, downe hay downe, there were three ravens on a tree
Downe, downe hay downe, with a downe derrie downe

Downe, downe hay downe, they were as black as they might be
Downe, downe hay downe, with a downe derrie down derrie
Downe, downe hay downe, there were three ravens on a tree
Downe, downe hay downe, with a downe derrie downe

Downe, downe hay downe
Downe, downe hay downe
Downe, downe hay downe
Downe, downe hay downe
Downe, downe hay downe
Downe, downe hay downe
Downe, downe hay downe