With a downe, derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.
The one of them said to his mate,
"Where shall we our breakfast take?"—
"Down in 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 hawks they flie so eagerly,
There's no fowl dare him come nigh."
Down there comes a fallow doe,