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 derry 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 down
 His hounds they lie downe at his feete
 So well do they their Master keepe
 With a 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
 
 She lifted up his bloody head
 Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe
 And kissed his wounds that were so red
 With a downe
 She got him up upon her backe
 And carried him to earthen lac
 With a downe
 
 She buried him before the prime
 Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe
 She was dead her selfe ere even song time
 With a downe
 God sent every gentleman
 Such hawkes, such hounds, and such a leman