Showing posts with label The Three Ravens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Three Ravens. Show all posts

Sunday, February 14, 2010

The Three Ravens

Here we have The Three Ravens, another mid-English-poem-turned-Child-ballad. This one is less dark than Twa Corbies, but it retains the same sense of restlessness, passage, and dark discoveries.

At http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.artistalbums&artistid=19546679&ap=1 you will find a full version of Uliano's enchanting rendition (track 5). The entire album is lovely. Joan Baez has also covered this Child ballad.

There were three ra'ens sat on a tree,
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
They were as black as black might be,
With a down.
The one of them said to his mate,
Where shall we our breakfast take?
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down

Down in yonder green field,
Down, a down, hey down, hey down,
There lies a knight slain 'neath his shield,
With a down.
His hounds they lie down at his feet,
So well they do their master keep,
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.

His hawks they fly so eagerly,
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
No other fowl dare come him night,
With a down.
Down there comes a fallow doe
As great with young as might she go
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down

She lifted up his bloody head,
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
And kissed his wounds that were so red,
With a down.
She got him up upon her back,
And carried him to earthen lake,
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down

She buried him before the prime
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
She was dead herself ere e'en-song time,
With a down.
God send every gentleman,
Such hawks, such hounds, and such a leman. *
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down

*lover