With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan;
He asketh a drink for Young Hynd Horn’s sake,
And the birk and the broom blooms bonnie.
The Bride cam’ tripping down the stair,
With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan;
The combs o’ fine goud in her hair,
And the birk and the broom blooms bonnie;
A cup o’ the red wine in her hand,
With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan;
And that she gave to the beggar-man,