Three white ravens on their barren seat Looked out west when dawn rose east. Geronimo down in the damp dust lay; No cold word did cold lips say. The horse that threw him stood contrite; Better horse had no knight. His hound-dog lay quietly sleeping, His master's feet in his safe-keeping. May every lady be bright and fair As his wine-dark widow grieving there. And may each man be as brave to go Where went the brave Geronimo. Three white ravens came to meat their feast; West is west and east is east.