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,