A Tergo Lupi - A ballad of life and death (Kravik Lyre)

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One story, two sides. Side 2 starts at: 02:25
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Instruments made by: Ebanisteria Musicale C.M. Ferrari


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Lyrics:
The lyrics of this song are our adaptation of a medieval ballad called "The three ravens" in the English version and "The twa corbies" in the Scottish version.

(The Three Ravens)

There were three ravens sat on a tree
they were as black as they might be.
One of them said to his mate
"where shall we our breakfast take?"

And down, and down a yonder green field
there lies a knight slain under his shield.


His hounds they lie down at his feet
so well they can their master keep
his hawkes they fly so eagerly
there's no fowle dare him come night
down there come a fallow Doe
as great with yong as she might go

she lift up his bloody head
and kiss his wounds that were so red
she got him up upon her back
and carried him to earthen lake

she buried him before the prime
she was dead herself ere even song time
God send every gentleman
such hawkes, such hounds, and such a Leman

(The Twa Corbies)

As I was walking all alone
I heard two corbies making a mane
the one unto the other say
"where shall we go and dine today?"
There behind you beyond an old sad mount
I know there lies a newly slain knight
no one knows that he lies there
but his hawk his dog and his pretty wife

his dog is out hunting, gone
his hawk to brijg a wild bird home
his wife found another mate
so we'll have our greatest feast
you'll sit upon his white neck bone
and I'll pick out his lovely blue eye
with a tuft of his golden hair
we'll thatch out nest when it gets bare

there are many that mourn for him
but none will know where he has gone
over his white bones after (we) make them bare
the wind will blow forevermore
and more...