‘The wind doth blow to-day, my love, And a few small drops of rain; I never had but one true-love; In cold grave she was lain. II ‘I’ll do as much for my true-love As any young man may; I’ll sit and mourn all at her grave For a twelvemonth and a day.’ III The twelvemonth and a day being up, The dead began to speak: ‘Oh who sits weeping on my grave, And will not let me sleep?’-- IV ‘’Tis I, my love, sits on your grave, And will not let you sleep; For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips, And that is all I seek.’-- V ‘You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips; But my breath smells earthy strong; If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips, Your time will not be long. VI ‘’Tis down in yonder garden green, Love, where we used to walk, The finest flower that ere was seen Is wither’d to a stalk. VII ‘The stalk is wither’d dry, my love, So will our hearts decay; So make yourself content, my love, Till God calls you away.’ BOOK II _35. Hynd Horn_ I Hynd Horn’s bound, love, and Hynd Horn’s free, _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan;_ Where was ye born, or in what countrie? _And the birk and the broom blows bonnie._ II ‘In good greenwood, there I was born, And all my forbears me beforn. III ‘O seven long years I served the King, And as for wages I never gat nane; IV ‘But ae sight o’ his ae daughter. And that was thro’ an auger-bore.’ V Seven long years he served the King, And it’s a’ for the sake of his daughter Jean. VI The King an angry man was he; He sent young Hynd Horn to the sea. VII He’s gi’en his luve a silver wand Wi’ seven silver laverocks[255] sittin’ thereon. VIII She’s gi’en to him a gay gold ring Wi’ seven bright diamonds set therein. IX ‘As lang’s these diamonds keep their hue, Ye’ll know I am a lover true: X ‘But when the ring turns pale and wan, Ye may ken that I love anither man.’ XI He hoist up sails and awa’ sail’d he Till that he came to a foreign countrie. XII One day as he look’d his ring upon, He saw the diamonds pale and wan. XIII He’s left the seas and he’s come to the land, And the first that he met was an auld beggar man. XIV ‘What news, what news? thou auld beggar man, For it’s seven years sin I’ve seen land.’ XV ‘No news,’ said the beggar, ‘no news at a’, But there is a wedding in the King’s ha’. XVI ‘But there is a wedding in the King’s ha’ That has halden these forty days and twa.’ XVII ‘Cast off, cast off thy auld beggar weed[256], And I’ll gi’e thee my gude grey steed: XVIII ‘And lend to me your wig o’ hair To cover mine, because it is fair.’-- XIX