Ewan MacColl — The Three Ravens - Child 26

There were three ravens on a tree A downe a downe, a derrie downe There were three ravens on a tree Hey ho... The middlemost raven says to me There lies a dead man at yon tree A downe, a downe, a derrie downe, hey ho There comes a lady full of woe A downe a downe, a derrie downe There comes his lady full of woe Hey ho... There comes his lady full of woe Riding fast as she can go A downe, a downe, a derrie downe, hey ho Who's this that's killed my own true love A downe a downe, a derrie downe Who's this that's killed my own true love Hey ho... Who's this that's killed my own true love I hope in heaven he'll never rest Nor e'er enjoy that blessed place A downe, a downe, a derrie downe, hey ho