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| IN 1 Scotland there was a babie born, | |
| Lill lal, etc. | |
| And his name it was called young Hind Horn, | |
| With a fal lal, etc. | |
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| He sent a letter to our king | 5 |
| That he was in love with his daughter Jean. | |
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| He’s gi’en to her a silver wand, | |
| With seven living lavrocks sitting thereon. | |
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| She’s gi’en to him a diamond ring, | |
| With seven bright diamonds set therein. | 10 |
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| ‘When this ring grows pale and wan, | |
| You may know by it my love is gane.’ | |
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| One day as he looked his ring upon, | |
| He saw the diamonds pale and wan. | |
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| He left the sea and came to land, | 15 |
| And the first that he met was an old beggar man. | |
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| ‘What news, what news?’ said young Hind Horn; | |
| ‘No news, no news,’ said the old beggar man. | |
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| ‘No news,’ said the beggar, ‘no news at a’, | |
| But there is a wedding in the king’s ha’. | 20 |
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| ‘But there is a wedding in the king’s ha’, | |
| That has halden these forty days and twa.’ | |
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| ‘Will ye lend me your begging coat? | |
| And I’ll lend you my scarlet cloak. | |
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| ‘Will you lend me your begging rung? | 25 |
| And I’ll gi’e you my steed to ride upon. | |
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| ‘Will you lend me your wig o’ hair, | |
| To cover mine, because it is fair?’ | |
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| The auld beggar man was bound for the mill, | |
| But young Hind Horn for the king’s hall. | 30 |
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| The auld beggar man was bound for to ride, | |
| But young Hind Horn was bound for the bride. | |
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| When he came to the king’s gate, | |
| He sought a drink for Hind Horn’s sake. | |
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| The bride came down with a glass of wine, | 35 |
| When he drank out the glass, and dropt in the ring. | |
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| ‘O got ye this by sea or land? | |
| Or got ye it off a dead man’s hand?’ | |
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| ‘I got not it by sea, I got it by land, | |
| And I got it, madam, out of your own hand.’ | 40 |
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| ‘O I’ll cast off my gowns of brown, | |
| And beg wi’ you frae town to town. | |
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| ‘O I’ll cast off my gowns of red, | |
| And I’ll beg wi’ you to win my bread.’ | |
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| ‘Ye needna cast off your gowns of brown, | 45 |
| For I’ll make you lady o’ many a town. | |
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| ‘Ye needna cast off your gowns of red, | |
| It’s only a sham, the begging o’ my bread.’ | |
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| The bridegroom he had wedded the bride, | |
| But young Hind Horn he took her to bed. | 50 |
