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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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Young Hyndhorn

HIND HORN—F

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Lowran Castle, or the Wild Boar of Curridoo: with other Tales. By Robert Trotter, Dumfries, 1822, p. 6. From the recitation of a young friend.

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In Newport town this knight was born,
Hey lily loo, hey loo lan
And they've called him Young Hynd Horn.
Fal lal la, fal the dal the dady

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Seven long years he served the king,
For the love of his daughter Jean.

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He courted her through a wimble bore,
The way never woman was courted before.

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He gave her through a silver wand,
With three singing laverocks there upon.

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She gave him back a gay gold ring,
With three bright diamonds glittering.

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‘When this ring grows pale and blue,
Fair Jeanie's love is lost to you.’

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Young Hynd Horn is gone to sea,
And there seven long years staid he.

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When he lookd his ring upon,
It grew pale and it grew wan.

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Young Hynd Horn is come to land,
When he met an old beggar man.

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‘What news, what news doth thee betide?’
‘No news, but Princess Jeanie's a bride.’

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‘Will ye give me your old brown cap?
And I'll give you my gold-laced hat.

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‘Will ye give me your begging weed?
And I'll give you my good grey steed.’

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The beggar has got on to ride,
But Young Hynd Horn's bound for the bride.
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