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The Three Ravens
There were three ravens sat on a tree,
They were a black as black might be,
The one of them said to his mate.
"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
Down in yonder green field,
Their lies a knight slain under his shield,
His hounds they lie down at his feet
So well they do their master keep.
Songs of the Knighthood
There were three ravens sat on a tree,
They were a black as black might be,
The one of them said to his mate.
"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
Down in yonder green field,
Their lies a knight slain under his shield,
His hounds they lie down at his feet
So well they do their master keep.
Songs of the Knighthood