Young Hind Horn to the King is gone,
Hey lililo and a ho lo la,
And he's fell in love with his daughter Jean,
Hey down and a hey diddle downy.
She gave to him a golden ring
With three bright diamonds set therein.
"When this ring grows pale and blue
Then my love is lost to you."
Now the king has sent him o'er the sea
For seven long years in a far country.
One day he's looked his ring upon,
It grew pale and it grew wan.
So he's left the sea for his own land
And it's there that he's met with a beggar man.
"What news, what news old man doth befall?"
"It's none save the wedding in the king's own hall."
"Cast off, cast off your beggar's weeds
And I'll give you my good grey steed."
Oh it's when he came to the king's own gate
He's sought there a drink for the bridegroom's sake.
And the bride gave him a glass of wine
And when he's drunk he's dropped in the ring.
"Oh got ye this by the sea or the land
Or took ye this from a dead man's hand?"
"I got it neither by sea nor land
For you gave it to me with your own hand."
"Oh, I'll cast off my gown of red
And along with thee I'll beg my bread."
"Oh, you need not leave your bridal gown
For I'll make you the lady of many's the town."
Her own bridegroom had her first wed
But young Hind Horn had her first to bed.
Hey lililo and a ho lo la,
And he's fell in love with his daughter Jean,
Hey down and a hey diddle downy.
She gave to him a golden ring
With three bright diamonds set therein.
"When this ring grows pale and blue
Then my love is lost to you."
Now the king has sent him o'er the sea
For seven long years in a far country.
One day he's looked his ring upon,
It grew pale and it grew wan.
So he's left the sea for his own land
And it's there that he's met with a beggar man.
"What news, what news old man doth befall?"
"It's none save the wedding in the king's own hall."
"Cast off, cast off your beggar's weeds
And I'll give you my good grey steed."
Oh it's when he came to the king's own gate
He's sought there a drink for the bridegroom's sake.
And the bride gave him a glass of wine
And when he's drunk he's dropped in the ring.
"Oh got ye this by the sea or the land
Or took ye this from a dead man's hand?"
"I got it neither by sea nor land
For you gave it to me with your own hand."
"Oh, I'll cast off my gown of red
And along with thee I'll beg my bread."
"Oh, you need not leave your bridal gown
For I'll make you the lady of many's the town."
Her own bridegroom had her first wed
But young Hind Horn had her first to bed.