Dựa trên một bài thơ và dân ca cũ của Anh - The Three Ravens. [...Down in yonder dear green field, Downe a downe, hay downe, a downe, There lies a Knight slain under his shield, With a downe, downe, downe...] . [... She lifted up his bloody head, Downe a downe, hay downe, a downe, And kissed his wounds that were so red, With a downe, downe, downe...]