7
Young Hynd Horn is gone to sea,
And there seven long years staid he.
8
When he lookd his ring upon,
It grew pale and it grew wan.
9
Young Hynd Horn is come to land,
When he met an old beggar man.
10
'What news, what news doth thee betide?'
'No news, but Princess Jeanie's a bride.'
11
'Will ye give me your old brown cap?
And I'll give you my gold-laced hat.
12
'Will ye give me your begging weed?
And I'll give you my good grey steed.'
13
The beggar has got on to ride,
But Young Hynd Horn's bound for the bride.
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G.
Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 135. "From the recitation of my niece, M. Kinnear, 23 Augt, 1826:" the north of Scotland.