Peter, Paul and Mary - Three Ravens

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 [Note]
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

Written by:
MARY ALLIN TRAVERS, MILTON T. OKUN, NOEL C. PAUL STOOKEY, PETER YARROW

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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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