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,