Hind Horn
Young Hind Horn to the King's is gone
Hey lililu and ho ho lan
He fell in love with the King's daughter Jean
With a hey down, hey diddle downy
She gave him a gay gold ring
With three bright diamonds glittering
When this ring grows pale and blue
Then my love is lost to you
He hoisted his sails and went to sea
Spent seven years in a far country
One day he's looked his ring upon
It grew pale and it grew wan
Young Hind Horn is come to land
There he met an old beggar man
What news, what news come tell to me
No news but our queen's wedding day
Will you give me your old brown cap?
And I'll give you my gold laced hat
Will you give me your begging weeds
And I'll give you my good grey steed
The old beggar man goes dressed so fine
And young Hind Horn like an old beggar man
When he came to the king's gate
He asked for drink and he asked for meat
He asked for the sake of St. Peter and Paul
He asked for the sake of young Hind Horn
The bride came tripping down the stair
With combs of red gold shining in her hair
With a glass of red wine in her hand
To give to the poor old beggar man
And he has drunk up all the wine
And into the cup he's dropped the ring
Came ye this by sea or land?
Or got ye't off a dead man's hand?
I got it not by sea or land?
But I got it off your very own hand
The bridegroom he comes down the stair
But neither bride nor beggar was there
The bridegroom had her first to wed
But young Hind Horn had her first to bed
