6
'Intil the bride's bed she winna gang
Till she hears tell of her Hynd Horn.'
7
'Cast aff, cast aff thy auld beggar weed,
And I will gie thee my gude gray steed.'
F.
Lowran Castle, or the Wild Boar of Curridoo: with other Tales. By Robert Trotter, Dumfries, 1822, p. 6. From the recitation of a young friend.
1
In Newport town this knight was born,
Hey lily loo, hey loo lan
And they've called him Young Hynd Horn.
Fal lal la, fal the dal the dady
2
Seven long years he served the king,
For the love of his daughter Jean.
3
He courted her through a wimble bore,
The way never woman was courted before.
4
He gave her through a silver wand,
With three singing laverocks there upon.
5
She gave him back a gay gold ring,
With three bright diamonds glittering.
6
'When this ring grows pale and blue,
Fair Jeanie's love is lost to you.'