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Now, well-a-day! the sailor said,

Some danger must impend;

Three Ravens sit in yonder glade,

Some evil will happen I'm sore afraid,

E'er we reach our journey’s end.

And what has the Ravens with us to do do,

Does their sight then bode us evil?

Why to meet with one Raven is lucky its true,

But ’tis certain misfortune to light upon two,

And meeting with three is the devil!

I have known full threecore [sic] years go by,

And only twice before

I’ve seen three Ravens near me fly,

And twice good cause to wish had I

That I never might see them more.

The first time I was wreck’d at sea,

The second time by fire

I lost my wife and children three

That self-same night, and woe is me

That I did not then expire.