‘My begging weed is na for thee, Your riding steed is na for me.’ XX But part by right and part by wrang Hynd Horn has changed wi’ the beggar man. XXI The auld beggar man was bound for to ride, But young Hynd Horn was bound for the bride. XXII When he came to the King’s gate, He sought a drink for Hynd Horn’s sake. XXIII The bride came trippin’ down the stair, Wi’ the scales o’ red gowd in her hair; XXIV Wi’ a cup o’ the red wine in her hand, And that she gae to the auld beggar man. XXV Out o’ the cup he drank the wine, And into the cup he dropt the ring. XXVI ‘O got ye this by sea or land? Or got ye it of a dead man’s hand?’-- XXVII ‘I got it na by sea nor land, But I got it, madam, of your own hand.’ XXVIII ‘O, I’ll cast off my gowns o’ brown, And beg with you frae town to town. XXIX ‘O, I’ll cast off my gowns o’ red, And I’ll beg wi’ you to win my bread. XXX ‘O I’ll take the scales o’ gowd frae my hair, And I’ll follow you for evermair.’ XXXI She has cast awa’ the brown and the red, And she’s follow’d him to beg her bread. XXXII She has ta’en the scales o’ gowd frae her hair And she’s follow’d him for evermair. XXXIII But atween the kitchen and the ha’ He has let his cloutie[257] cloak down fa’. XXXIV And the red gowd shinèd over him a’, _With a hey lillelu, and a how lo lan_; And the bride frae the bridegroom was stown[258] awa’, _And the birk and the broom blows bonnie_. FOOTNOTES: [255] laverocks = larks. [256] weed = clothes. [257] cloutie = full of clouts, patched. [258] stown = stolen. _36. Hynd Etin_ I May Margaret sits in her bower door Sewing her silken seam; She heard a note in Elmond’s wood, And wish’d she there had been. II She loot[259] the seam fa’ frae her side, The needle to her tae[260], And she is on to Elmond’s wood As fast as she could gae. III She hadna pu’d a nut, a nut, Nor broken a branch but ane, Till by there came the Hynd Etin, Says, ‘Lady, lat alane. IV ‘O why pu’ ye the nut, the nut, Or why break ye the tree? For I am forester o’ this wood: Ye should spier[261] leave at me.’-- V ‘I’ll ask leave at nae living man, Nor yet will I at thee; My father is king o’er a’ this realm, This wood belongs to me.’ VI The highest tree in Elmond’s wood, He’s pu’d it by the reet[262], And he has built for her a bower Near by a hallow seat[263]. VII He’s kept her there in Elmond’s wood For six lang years and ane, Till six pretty sons to him she bare, And the seventh she’s brought hame. VIII