Peter, Paul and Mary Three Ravens

Текст песни "Peter, Paul and Mary — Three Ravens"

There were three ravens sat on a tree
Down-a-down, Hey! Down-a-down,
And they were black as they might be, with a down
The one of them said to his mate:
"What shall we for our breakfast take?"
With a down, derry derry derry down, down
Down in yonder green field,
Down-a-down, Hey! Down-a-down,
There lies a knight slain under his shield, with a down
Down there comes a fallow doe,
As great with young as she might go
With a down, derry derry derry, down, down
She lifted up his bloody head,
Down-a-down, Hey! Down-a-down,
And kissed his wounds that were so red, with a down
She got him up across her back
And carried him to the earthen lack*
With a down derry derry derry down, down
She buried him before his prime
Down-a-down, Hey! Down-a-down,
She was dead herself, ere evening time, with a down
God send every gentlemen
Fine hawks, fine hounds and such a loved one
With a down derry derry derry down, Hmmm
(*lack means lake. It is an ancient pronunciation.)

А. С. Пушкин, «Шотландская песня» (1828) — частичный перевод французского перевода сборника шотландских баллад В. Скотта.
Ворон к ворону летит,
Ворон ворону кричит:
Ворон, где б нам отобедать?
Как бы нам о том проведать?
Ворон ворону в ответ:
Знаю, будет нам обед;
В чистом поле под ракитой
Богатырь лежит убитый.
Кем убит и отчего,
Знает сокол лишь его,
Да кобылка вороная,
Да хозяйка молодая.
Сокол в рощу улетел,
На кобылку недруг сел,
А хозяйка ждет мило́го,
Не убитого, живого.