There were three ravens sat on a tree, <br />They were as black as they might be. <br /> <br />The one of them said to his mate, <br />'Where shall we our breakefast take?' <br /> <br />'Downe in yonder greene field, <br />There lies a knight slain under his shield. <br /> <br />'His hounds they lie downe at his feete, <br />So well they can their master keepe. <br /> <br />'His haukes they flie so eagerly, <br />There's no fowle dare come him nie.' <br /> <br />Downe there comes a fallow doe, <br />As great with yong as she might goe. <br /> <br />She lift up his bloudy hed, <br />And kist his wounds that were so red. <br /> <br />She got him up upon her backe, <br />And carried him to earthen lake. <br /> <br />She buried him before the prime, <br />She was dead herselfe ere even-song time. <br /> <br />God send every gentleman, <br />Such haukes, such hounds, and such a leman.<br /><br />Anonymous<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-three-ravens/
