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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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68.           The Three Ravens
i
T HERE were three ravens sat on a tree, They were as black as they might be.
II The one of them said to his make, ' Where shall we our breakfast take ?'
in ' Down in yonder greene field There lies a knight slain under his shield;
IV
' His hounds they lie down at his feet. So well do they their master keep ;
v ' His hawks they flie so eagerly, There 's no fowl dare come him nigh.
VI
' Down there comes a fallow doe
As great with young as she might goe.
VII
' She lift up his bloudy head
And kist his wounds that were so red.
VIII
' She gat him up upon her back And carried him to earthen lake.
IX
' She buried him before the prime,
She was dead herself eie evensong time.
x
' God send every gentleman
Such hounds, such hawks, and such a leman ! '
make] mate.
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