And I’ll follow you frae toun to toun,

And the birk and the broom blooms bonnie.

“I’ll tak’ the fine goud frae my hair,

With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan,

And follow you forevermair,

And the birk and the broom blooms bonnie.”

He let his cloutie cloak doun fa’,

With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan;

Young Hynd Horn shone above them a’,

And the birk and the broom blooms bonnie,