The Three Ravens
This is a more melodic version of the Scots song "Twa Corbies" that I heard when I was very young.  The tune has stayed with me all these years, and is one of my favorites.

Am                                     G            E7
There were three ravens sat on a tree,
Am                            E7
Down a down, hey down, hey down
           Am                       Dm                                  E7
They were as black as black might be, with a down.
          C                        G                      Am                           E7
The one of them said to his mate. "Where shall we our breakfast take?"
             Am      Dm                E7               Am
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.

Am                         G      E7
Down in yonder green field,
Am                             E7
Down a down, hey down, hey down
           Am                         Dm                                    E7
There lies a knight slain under his shield, with a down.
            C                             G                    Am                          E7
His hounds they lie down at his feet, so well they do their master keep.
             Am      Dm                E7               Am
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.

Am                              G      E7
His hawks they fly so eagerly
Am                             E7
Down a down, hey down, hey down
      Am                    Dm                                  E7
No other fowl dare him come nigh, with a down.
    C                               G                    Am                             E7
Down there comes a fallow doe as heavy with young as she might go.
             Am      Dm                E7               Am
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.

Am                        G           E7
She lifted up his bloody head,
Am                             E7
Down a down, hey down, hey down
          Am                                  Dm                             E7
And kissed his wounds that were so red, with a down.
          C                  G                           Am                                E7
She got him up upon her back and carried him to earthen lak.
             Am      Dm                E7               Am
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.

        Am                   G           E7
She buried him before the prime,
Am                              E7
Down a down, hey down, hey down
                  Am                      Dm                                   E7
She was dead herself ere even-song time, with a down.
C                            G                         Am                                     E7
God send every gentleman such hawks, such hounds, and such leman,
             Am      Dm                E7               Am
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.

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