"Hynde Horn's bound, love, and Hynde Horn's free;
Whare was ye born? or frae what cuntrie?"
"In gude greenwud whare I was born,
And all my friends left me forlorn.
"I gave my love a gay gowd wand,
That was to rule oure all Scotland.
"My love gave me a silver ring,
That was to rule abune aw thing.
"Whan that ring keeps new in hue,
Ye may ken that your love loves you.
"Whan that ring turns pale and wan,
Ye may ken that your love loves anither man."
He hoisted up his sails, and away sailed he
Till he cam to a foreign cuntree.
Whan he lookit to his ring, it was turnd pale and wan;
Says, I wish I war at hame again.
He hoisted up his sails, and hame sailed he
Until he cam till his ain cuntree.
The first ane that he met with,
It was with a puir auld beggar-man.