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The Three Ravens
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There were three ravens sat on a tree, contemplating what to eat...and there's a dead knight lying in a field.
ballad death gloomy three medieval english ravens thomas ravenscroft
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Hi, I'm "One Wiener and Whine". But I don't actually drink wine.
Song Info
Charts
#196 in subgenre Peak #16
Charts
Peak #66
Author
Thomas Ravenscroft -- ?
Rights
1611
Uploaded
November 12, 2022
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.7 MB 320 kbps 0:00
Lossless
WAV 20.8 MB
Meta Data
Vocals
Female
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Danceable
coffee-place
dancefloor
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Story behind the song
A gloomy English ballad dating back to medieval times. There are hungry ravens, a dead knight with loyal hawks and hounds, a hugely pregnant sweetheart, bloody kisses and double death. I'll include the guitar chords in the lyrics for you. What's a derrie downe? I don't know.
Lyrics
Am C G E7 There were three Ravens sat on a tree, Am C Am E7 Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe. Am C G D Am G C E7 They were as blacke as blacke could bewith a downe. C D G E7 Then one of them said to his mate, Am D G E7 Where shall we our breakefast take? Am D E7 Am With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe. Am C G E7 Downe in yonder greene field, Am C Am E7 Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe. Am C G D Am G C E7 There lies a Knight slain under his shieldwith a downe. C D G E7 His hounds they lie downe at his feete Am D G E7 So well do they their Master keepe Am D E7 Am With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe. Am C G E7 His Hawkes they flie so eagerly, Am C Am E7 Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe. Am C G D Am G C E7 There's no fowle that dare come nearwith a downe. C D G E7 Downe there comes a fallow Doe, Am D G E7 As great with yong as she might go Am D E7 Am With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe. Am C G E7 She lifted up his bloody head, Am C Am E7 Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe. Am C G D Am G C E7 And kiss'd his wounds that were so redwith a downe. D G E7 She got him up upon her backe Am D G E7 And carried him to the earthen lake. Am D E7 Am With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe. Am C G E7 She buried him before the prime, Am C Am E7 Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe. Am C G D Am G C E7 She was dead her selfe ere evensong timewith a downe. C D G E7 God sent every gentleman, Am D G E7 Such hawkes, fine hounds, and such a loved one Am D E7 Am With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe.
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