She went to the gate where the auld man did stand, _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; And she gave him a drink out of her own hand, 115 _And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie_. She gave him a cup out of her own hand, _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; He drunk out the drink, and dropt in the ring, _And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie_. 120 "Got thou it by sea, or got thou it by land? _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; Or got thou it off a dead man's hand? _And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie_." "I got it not by sea, but I got it by land, 125 _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; For I got it out of thine own hand, _And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie_." "I'll cast off my gowns of brown, _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; 130 And I'll follow thee from town to town, _And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie_. "I'll cast off my gowns of red, _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; And along with thee I'll beg my bread, 135 _And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie_." "Thou need not cast off thy gowns of brown, _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; For I can make thee lady of many a town, _And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie_. 140 "Thou need not cast off thy gowns of red, _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; For I can maintain thee with both wine and bread, _And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie_." The bridegroom thought he had the bonnie bride wed, 145 _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; But young Hynd Horn took the bride to the bed, _And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie_. HYND HORN. From Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, ii. 268. "Hynd Horn fair, and Hynd Horn free, O where were you born, in what countrie?" "In gude greenwood, there I was born, And all my forbears me beforn. "O seven years I served the king, 5 And as for wages, I never gat nane; But ae sight o' his ae daughter, And that was thro' an augre bore. "My love gae me a siller wand, 'Twas to rule ower a' Scotland; 10 And she gae me a gay gowd ring, The virtue o't was above a' thing." "As lang's this ring it keeps the hue, Ye'll know I am a lover true; But when the ring turns pale and wan, 15 Ye'll know I love another man." He hoist up sails, and awa' sail'd he, And sail'd into a far countrie; And when he look'd upon his ring, He knew she loved another man. 20 He hoist up sails and home came he, Home unto his ain countrie; The first he met on his own land, It chanc'd to be a beggar man.