Legends & Sagas
17A: Hind Horn
17A.1 IN Scotland there was a babie born,
Refrain: Lill lal, etc.
And his name it was called young Hind Horn.
Refrain: With a fal lal, etc.
17A.2 He sent a letter to our king
That he was in love with his daughter Jean.
17A.3 Hes gien to her a silver wand,
With seven living lavrocks sitting thereon.
17A.4 Shes gien to him a diamond ring,
With seven bright diamonds set therein.
17A.5 When this ring grows pale and wan,
You may know by it my love is gane.
17A.6 One day as he looked his ring upon,
He saw the diamonds pale and wan.
17A.7 He left the sea and came to land,
And the first that he met was an old beggar man.
17A.8 What news, what news? said young Hind Horn;
No news, no news, said the old beggar man.
17A.9 No news, said the beggar, No news at a,
But there is a wedding in the kings ha.
17A.10 But there is a wedding in the kings ha,
That has halden these forty days and twa.
17A.11 Will ye lend me your begging coat?
And Ill lend you my scarlet cloak.
17A.12 Will you lend me your beggars rung?
And Ill gie you my steed to ride upon.
17A.13 Will you lend me your wig o hair,
To cover mine, because it is fair?
17A.14 The auld beggar man was bound for the mill,
But young Hind Horn for the kings hall.
17A.15 The auld beggar man was bound for to ride,
But young Hind Horn was bound for the bride.
17A.16 When he came to the kings gate,
He sought a drink for Hind Horns sake.
17A.17 The bride came down with a glass of wine,
When he drank out the glass, and dropt in the ring.
17A.18 O got ye this by sea or land?
Or got ye it off a dead mans hand?
17A.19 I got not it by sea, I got it by land,
And I got it, madam, out of your own hand.
17A.20 O Ill cast off my gowns of brown,
And beg wi you frae town to town.
17A.21 O Ill cast off my gowns of red,
And Ill beg wi you to win my bread.
17A.22 Ye needna cast off your gowns of brown,
For Ill make you lady o many a town.
17A.23 Ye needna cast off your gowns of red,
Its only a sham, the begging o my bread.
17A.24 The bridegroom he had wedded the bride,
But young Hind Horn he took her to bed.
17B: Hind Horn
17B.1 I NEVER saw my love before,
Refrain: With a hey lillelu and a ho lo lan
Till I saw her thro an oger bore.
Refrain: With a hey down and a hey diddle downie
17B.2 She gave to me a gay gold ring,
With three shining diamonds set therein.
17B.3 And I gave to her a silver wand,
With three singing lavrocks set thereon.
17B.4 What if these diamonds lose their hue,
Just when your love begins for to rew?
17B.5 Hes left the land, and hes gone to sea,
And hes stayd there seven years and a day.
17B.6 But when he looked this ring upon,
The shining diamonds were both pale and wan.
17B.7 Hes left the seas and hes come to the land,
And there he met with an auld beggar man.
17B.8 What news, what news, thou auld beggar man
For it is seven years sin Ive seen lan.
17B.9 No news, said the old beggar man, at all,
But there is a wedding in the kings hall.
17B.10 Wilt thou give to me thy begging coat?
And Ill give to thee my scarlet cloak.
17B.11 Wilt thou give to me thy begging staff?
And Ill give to thee my good gray steed.
17B.12 The old beggar man was bound for to ride,
But Young Hynd Horn was bound for the bride.
17B.13 When he came to the kings gate,
He asked a drink for Young Hynd Horns sake.
17B.14 The news unto the bonnie bride came
That at the yett there stands an auld man.
17B.15 There stands an auld man at the kings gate;
He asketh a drink for young Hyn Horns sake.
17B.16 Ill go thro nine fires so hot,
But Ill give him a drink for Young Hyn Horns sake.
17B.17 She gave him a drink out of her own hand;
He drank out the drink and he dropt in the ring.
17B.18 Got thout by sea, or got thout by land?
Or got thout out of any dead mans hand?
17B.19 I got it not by sea, but I got it by land,
For I got it out of thine own hand.
17B.20 Ill cast off my gowns of brown,
And Ill follow thee from town to town.
17B.21 Ill cast off my gowns of red,
And along with thee Ill beg my bread.
17B.22 Thou need not cast off thy gowns of brown,
For I can make thee lady of many a town.
17B.23 Thou need not cast off thy gowns of red,
For I can maintain thee with both wine and bread.
17B.24 The bridegroom thought he had the bonnie bride wed,
But Young Hyn Horn took the bride to bed.
17C: Hind Horn
17C.1 YOUNG Hyn Horns to the kings court gone,
Refrain: Hoch hey and an ney O
Hes fallen in love with his little daughter Jean.
Refrain: Let my love alone, I pray you
17C.2 Hes bocht to her a little gown,
With seven broad flowers spread it along.
17C.3 Shes given to him a gay gold ring.
The posie upon it was richt plain.
17C.4 When you see it losing its comely hue,
So will I my love to you.
17C.5 Then within a little wee,
Hyn Horn left land and went to sea.
17C.6 When he lookt his ring upon,
He saw it growing pale and wan.
17C.7 Then within a little [wee] again,
Hyn Horn left sea and came to the land.
17C.8 As he was riding along the way,
There he met with a jovial beggar.
17C.9 What news, what news, old man? he did say:
This is the kings young dochters wedding day.
17C.10 If this be true you tell to me,
You must niffer clothes with me.
17C.11 Youll gie me your cloutit coat,
Ill gie you my fine velvet coat.
17C.12 Youll gie me your cloutit pock,
Ill gie you my purse; itll be no joke.
17C.13 Perhaps there[s] nothing in it, not one bawbee;
Yes, theres gold and silver both, said he.
17C.14 Youll gie me your bags of bread,
And Ill gie you my milk-white steed.
17C.15 When they had niffered all, he said,
You maun learn me how Ill beg.
17C.16 When you come before the gate,
Youll ask for a drink for the highmans sake.
17C.17 When that he came before the gate,
He calld for a drink for the highmans sake.
17C.18 The bride cam tripping down the stair,
To see whaten a bold beggar was there.
17C.19 She gave him a drink with her own hand;
He loot the ring drop in the can.
17C.20 Got ye this by sea or land?
Or took yet aff a dead mans hand?
17C.21 I got na it by sea nor land,
But I got it aff your own hand.
17C.22 The bridegroom cam tripping down the stair,
But there was neither bride nor beggar there.
17C.23 Her ain bridegroom had her first wed,
But Young Hyn Horn had her first to bed.
17D: Hind Horn
17D.1 NEAR Edinburgh was a young son born,
Refrain: Hey lilelu an a how low lan
An his name it was called young Hyn Horn.
Refrain: An its hey down down deedle airo
17D.2 Seven long years he served the king,
An its a for the sake of his daughter Jean.
17D.3 The king an angry man was he;
He send young Hyn Horn to the sea.
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17D.4 An on his finger she put a ring.
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17D.5 When your ring turns pale and wan,
Then Im in love wi another man.
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17D.6 Upon a day he lookd at his ring,
It was as pale as anything.
17D.7 Hes left the sea, an hes come to the lan,
An there he met an auld beggar man.
17D.8 What news, what news, my auld beggar man?
What news, what news, by sea or by lan?
17D.9 Nae news, nae news, the auld beggar said,
But the kings dochter Jean is going to be wed.
17D.10 Cast off, cast off thy auld beggar-weed,
An Ill gie thee my gude gray steed.
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17D.11 When he cam to our guid kings yet,
He sought a glass o wine for young Hyn Horns sake.
17D.12 He drank out the wine, an he put in the ring,
An he bade them carryt to the kings dochter Jean.
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17D.13 O gat yet by sea, or gat yet by lan?
Or gat yet aff a dead mans han?
17D.14 I gat nat by sea, I gat nat by lan,
But I gat it out of your own han.
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17D.15 take away my bridal gown,
For Ill follow him frae town to town.
17D.16 Ye need na leave your bridal gown,
For Ill make ye ladie o mony a town.
17E: Hind Horn
17E.1 * * * *
HYND HORN he has lookt on his ring,
Refrain: Hey ninny ninny, how ninny nanny
And it was baith black and blue,
And she is either dead or shes married.
Refrain: And the barck and the broom blooms bonnie
17E.2 Hynd Horn he has shuped to land,
And the first he met was an auld beggar man.
17E.3 What news, what news, my silly auld man?
For it is seven years syne I have seen land.
17E.4 What news, what news, my auld beggar man?
What news, what news, by sea or by land?
17E.5 There is a kings dochter in the east,
And she has been marryed these nine nights past.
17E.6 Intil the brides bed she winna gang
Till she hears tell of her Hynd Horn.
17E.7 Cast aff, cast aff thy auld beggar weed,
And I will gie thee my gude gray steed.
17F: Hind Horn
17F.1 IN Newport town this knight was born,
Refrain: Hey lily loo, hey loo lan
And theyve called him Young Hynd Horn.
Refrain: Fal lal la, fal the dal the dady
17F.2 Seven long years he served the king,
For the love of his daughter Jean.
17F.3 He courted her through a wimble bore,
The way never woman was courted before.
17F.4 He gave her through a silver wand,
With three singing laverocks there upon.
17F.5 She gave him back a gay gold ring,
With three bright diamonds glittering.
17F.6 When this ring grows pale and blue,
Fair Jeanies love is lost to you.
17F.7 Young Hynd Horn is gone to sea,
And there seven long years staid he.
17F.8 When he lookd his ring upon,
It grew pale and it grew wan.
17F.9 Young Hynd Horn is come to land,
When he met an old beggar man.
17F.10 What news, what news doth thee betide?
No news, but Princess Jeanies a bride.
17F.11 Will ye give me your old brown cap?
And Ill give you my gold-laced hat.
17F.12 Will ye give me your begging weed?
And Ill give you my good grey steed.
17F.13 The beggar has got on to ride,
But Young Hynd Horns bound for the bride.
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17G: Hind Horn
17G.1 HYNDE HORNS bound love, and Hynde Horns free,
Whare was ye born, or in what countrie?
17G.2 In gude greenwud whare I was born,
And all my friends left me forlorn.
17G.3 I gave my love a silver wand;
That was to rule oure all Scotland.
17G.4 My love gave me a gay gowd ring;
That was to rule abune a thing.
17G.5 As lang as that ring keeps new in hue,
Ye may ken that your love loves you.
17G.6 But whan that ring turns pale and wan,
Ye may ken that your love loves anither man.
17G.7 He hoisted up his sails, and away sailed he,
Till that he cam to a foreign countrie.
17G.8 He looked at his ring; it was turnd pale and wan;
He said, I wish I war at hame again.
17G.9 He hoisted up his sails, and hame sailed he,
Until that he came to his ain countrie.
17G.10 The first ane that he met wi
Was wi a puir auld beggar man.
17G.11 What news, what news, my silly old man?
What news hae ye got to tell to me?
17G.12 Na news, na news, the puir man did say,
But this is our queens wedding day.
17G.13 Yell lend me your begging weed,
And Ill gie you my riding steed.
17G.14 My begging weed is na for thee,
Your riding steed is na for me.
17G.15 But he has changed wi the beggar man,
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17G.16 Which is the gate that ye used to gae?
And what are the words ye beg wi?
17G.17 Whan ye come to yon high hill,
Yell draw your bent bow nigh until.
17G.18 Whan ye come to yonder town,
Yell let your bent bow low fall down.
17G.19 Yell seek meat for St Peter, ask for St Paul,
And seek for the sake of Hynde Horn all.
17G.20 But tak ye frae nane of them a,
Till ye get frae the bonnie bride hersel O.
17G.21 Whan he cam to yon high hill,
He drew his bent bow nigh until.
17G.22 And whan he cam to yonder town,
He lute his bent bow low fall down.
17G.23 He saught meat for St Peter, he askd for St Paul,
And he sought for the sake of Hynde Horn all.
17G.24 But he would tak frae nane o them a,
Till he got frae the bonnie bride hersel O.
17G.25 The bride cam tripping doun the stair,
Wi the scales o red gowd on her hair.
17G.26 Wi a glass of red wine in her hand,
To gie to the puir auld beggar man.
17G.27 Its out he drank the glass o wine,
And into the glass he dropt the ring.
17G.28 Got yet by sea, or got yet by land,
Or got yet aff a drownd mans hand?
17G.29 I got nat by sea, I got nat by land,
Nor got I it off a drownd mans hand.
17G.30 But I got it at my wooing,
And Ill gie it at your wedding.
17G.31 Ill tak the scales o gowd frae my head,
Ill follow you, and beg my bread.
17G.32 Ill tak the scales of gowd frae my hair,
Ill follow you, for evermair.
17G.33 She has tane the scales o gowd frae her head,
She has followed him to beg her bread.
17G.34 She has tane the scales o gowd frae her hair,
And she has followed him for evermair.
17G.35 But atween the kitchen and the ha,
There he lute his cloutie cloak fa.
17G.36 And the red gowd shined oure him a,
And the bride frae the bridegroom was stown awa.
17H: Hind Horn
17H.1 HYND HORN fair, and Hynd Horn free,
O where were you born, in what countrie?
17H.2 In gude greenwood, there I was born,
And all my forbears me beforn.
17H.3 O seven years I served the king,
And as for wages, I never gat nane;
17H.4 But ae sight o his ae daughter,
And that was thro an augre bore.
17H.5 My love gae me a siller wand,
Twas to rule ower a Scotland.
17H.6 And she gae me a gay gowd ring,
The virtue ot was above a thing.
17H.7 As langs this ring it keeps the hue,
Yell know I am a lover true:
17H.8 But when the ring turns pale and wan,
Yell know I love another man.
17H.9 He hoist up sails, and awa saild he,
And saild into a far countrie.
17H.10 And when he lookd upon his ring,
He knew she loved another man.
17H.11 He hoist up sails and home came he,
Home unto his ain countrie.
17H.12 The first he met on his own land,
It chancd to be a beggar man.
17H.13 What news, what news, my gude auld man?
What news, what news, hae ye to me?
17H.14 Nae news, nae news, said the auld man,
The morns our queens wedding day.
17H.15 Will ye lend me your begging weed?
And Ill lend you my riding steed.
17H.16 My begging weed will ill suit thee,
And your riding steed will ill suit me.
17H.17 But part be right, and part be wrang,
Frae the beggar man the cloak he wan.
17H.18 Auld man, come tell to me your leed;
What news ye gie when ye beg your bread.
17H.19 As ye walk up unto the hill,
Your pike staff ye lend ye till.
17H.20 But whan ye come near by the yett,
Straight to them ye will upstep.
17H.21 Take nane frae Peter, nor frae Paul,
Nane frae high or low o them all.
17H.22 And frae them all ye will take nane,
Until it comes frae the brides ain hand.
17H.23 He took nane frae Peter nor frae Paul,
Nane frae the high nor low o them all.
17H.24 And frae them all he would take nane,
Until it came frae the brides ain hand.
17H.25 The bride came tripping down the stair,
The combs o red gowd in her hair.
17H.26 A cup o red wine in her hand,
And that she gae to the beggar man.
17H.27 Out o the cup he drank the wine,
And into the cup he dropt the ring.
17H.28 O got yet by sea, or got yet by land,
Or got yet on a drownd mans hand?
17H.29 I got it not by sea, nor got it by land,
Nor got I it on a drownd mans hand.
17H.30 But I got it at my wooing gay,
And Ill giet you on your wedding day.
17H.31 Ill take the red gowd frae my head,
And follow you, and beg my bread.
17H.32 Ill take the red gowd frae my hair,
And follow you for evermair.
17H.33 Atween the kitchen and the ha,
He loot his cloutie cloak down fa.
17H.34 And wi red gowd shone ower them a,
And frae the bridegroom the bride he sta.
17[I]: Hind Horn
17[I.1] * * * *
She gave him a gay gold ring,
Refrain: Hey lillelu and how lo lan
17[I.1] But he gave her a far better thing.
Refrain: With my hey down and a hey diddle downie
17[I.2] He gave her a silver wan,
With nine bright laverocks thereupon.
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17[I.3] Young Hynd Horn is come to the lan,
There he met a beggar man.
17[I.4] What news, what news do ye betide?
Na news but Jeanies the princes bride.
17[I.5] Wilt thou give me thy begging weed?
And Ill give thee my good grey steed.
17[I.6] Wilt thou give me thy auld grey hair?
And Ill give ye mine that is thrice as fair.
17[I.7] The beggar he got on for to ride,
But young Hynd Horn is bound for the bride.
17[I.8] First the news came to the ha,
Then to the room mang the gentles a.
17[I.9] There stands a beggar at our gate,
Asking a drink for young Hynd Horns sake.
17[I.10] Ill ga through nine fires hot
To give him a drink for young Hynd Horns sake.
17[I.11] She gave him the drink, and he dropt in the ring;
They lady turned baith pale an wan.
17[I.12] Oh got ye it by sea, or got ye it by lan?
Or got ye it off some dead mans han?
17[I.13] I got it not by sea, nor I got it not by lan,
But I got it off thy milk-white han.
17[I.14] Ill cast off my dress of red,
And Ill go with thee and beg my bread.
17[I.15] Ill cast off my dress of brown,
And follow you from city to town.
17[I.16] Ill cast off my dress of green,
For I am not ashamed with you to be seen.
17[I.17] You need not cast off your dress of red,
For I can support thee on both wine and bread.
17[I.18] You need not cast off your dress of brown,
For I can keep you a lady in any town.
17[I.19] You need not cast off your dress of green,
For I can maintain you as gay as a queen.
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