And when he cam to yon toun-end,
He loot his bent bow low fall doun.
He sought for St Peter, he askd for St Paul,
And he sought for the sake of his Hynde Horn all.
But he took na frae ane o them aw
Till he got frae the bonnie bride hersel O.
The bride cam tripping doun the stair,
Wi the scales o red gowd on her hair.
Wi a glass o red wine in her hand,
To gie to the puir beggar-man.
Out he drank his glass o wine,
Into it he dropt the ring.
"Got ye't by sea, or got ye't by land,
Or got ye't aff a drownd man's hand?"
"I got na't by sea, I got na't by land,
Nor gat I it aff a drownd man's hand;
"But I got it at my wooing,
And I'll gie it to your wedding."
"I'll tak the scales o gowd frae my head,
I'll follow you, and beg my bread.