The Merry Wives Of Windsor - Three Ravens/Twa Corbies lyrics

There were three ravens sat on a tree Down-a-down, Hey! Down-a-down, They were black as black might be, with a down One of them said to his mate: "Where shall we our breakfast take?" With a down, derry derry derry down, As I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies making a mane: And tane unto the tither did say, oh 'Whar sall we gang and dine the day oh?' 'Whar sall we gang and dine the day?' In behint yon auld fail dyke I wot there lies a new-slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there oh But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair oh His hawk, his hound, and his lady fair His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en anither mate oh, So we may mak our dinner sweet oh. We may mak our dinner sweet. Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike out his bonny blue e'en: With many a lock o' his gowden hair oh We'll theek our nest when it grows bare oh. Theek our nest when it grows bare. 'Mony a one for him maks mane, And nane sall ken whar he is gane: O'er his white banes, when they are bare oh, The wind sall blaw for evermair oh. Wind sall blaw for evermair.