Kinloch's A. S. Ballads, p. 145. From the recitation of M. Kinnear, a native of Mearnsshire, 23 Aug., 1826.
1
There stands a knicht at the tap o yon hill,
Oure the hills and far awa
He has blawn his horn loud and shall.
The cauld wind's blawn my plaid awa
2
'If I had the horn that I hear blawn,
And the knicht that blaws that horn!'
3
She had na sooner thae words said,
Than the elfin knicht cam to her side.
4
'Are na ye oure young a may
Wi onie young man doun to lie?'
5
'I have a sister younger than I,
And she was married yesterday.'
6
'Married wi me ye sall neer be nane
Till ye mak to me a sark but a seam.
7
'And ye maun shape it knife-, sheer-less,
And ye maun sew it needle-, threed-less.
8
'And ye maun wash it in yon cistran,
Whare water never stood nor ran.
9
'And ye maun dry it on yon hawthorn,
Whare the sun neer shon sin man was born.'