Three Ravens, danced by Beltane Border Morris

Three ravens, they flew over Blackistone, ⁠Down-a-down, hey and hey! And loudly they laughed over Moreton town, ⁠Over Moreton town, Saying, Where and O where shall we dine to-day ? On the moor, for sure, where runneth no way. As I sat a-swaying all in a tree, ⁠Down-a-down, hey and hey ! I saw a sweet mother and her babie, ⁠And her babie, Saying, Sleep, O sleep. I 'm to Moreton fair, For Babie and me to buy trinkets rare. As I was a-flying o'er Brennan Down, ⁠Down-a-down, hey and hey! I saw her a-wending her way to town, ⁠Away to town. Our dinners are ready, our feasting free, Away to Brennan, black brothers, with me. The babe upon Brennan, so cold and bare, ⁠Down-a-down, hey and hey! The mother a-gadding to Moreton fair, ⁠To Moreton fair. We '1l laugh and we 'll quaff the red blood free, There is plenty for all of us, brothers three. Three ravens flew over Blackistone, ⁠Down-a-down, hey and hey! And loudly they laughed over Moreton town, ⁠Over Moreton town. With an armful of toys, came mother, to none Save a little white huddle of well-picked bone.