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Whan he cam to yon high hill,
He drew his bent bow nigh until.
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And whan he cam to yonder town,
He lute his bent bow low fall down.
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He saught meat for St Peter, he askd for St Paul,
And he sought for the sake of Hynde Horn all.
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But he would tak frae nane o them a',
Till he got frae the bonnie bride hersel O.
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The bride cam tripping doun the stair,
Wi the scales o red gowd on her hair.
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Wi a glass of red wine in her hand,
To gie to the puir auld beggar man.
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It's out he drank the glass o wine,
And into the glass he dropt the ring.
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'Got ye't by sea, or got ye't by land,
Or got ye't aff a drownd man's hand?'
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'I got na't by sea, I got na't by land,
Nor got I it aff a drownd man's hand.
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'But I got it at my wooing,
And I'll gie it at your wedding.'