11
'What news, what news, my silly old man?
What news hae ye got to tell to me?'
12
'Na news, na news,' the puir man did say,
'But this is our queen's wedding day.'
13
'Ye'll lend me your begging weed,
And I'll gie you my riding steed.'
14
'My begging weed is na for thee,
Your riding steed is na for me.'
15
But he has changed wi the beggar man,
. . . . . . .
16
'Which is the gate that ye used to gae?
And what are the words ye beg wi?'
17
'Whan ye come to yon high hill,
Ye'll draw your bent bow nigh until.
18
'Whan ye come to yonder town,
Ye'll let your bent bow low fall down.
19
'Ye'll seek meat for St Peter, ask for St Paul,
And seek for the sake of Hynde Horn all.
20
'But tak ye frae nane of them a',
Till ye get frae the bonnie bride hersel O.'