Hind Horn - Maddy Prior

Young Hind Horn to the King’s is gone

Hey lililu and ho ho lan

He fell in love with the King’s daughter Jean

With a hey down, hey diddle downy

She gave him a gay gold ring

With three bright diamonds glittering

When this ring grows pale and blue

Then my love is lost to you

He hoisted his sails and went to sea

Spent seven years in a far country

One day he’s looked his ring upon

It grew pale and it grew wan

Young Hind Horn is come to land

There he met an old beggar man

What news, what news come tell to me

No news but our queen’s wedding day

Will you give me your old brown cap?

And I’ll give you my gold laced hat

Will you give me your begging weeds

And I’ll give you my good grey steed

The old beggar man goes dressed so fine

And young Hind Horn like an old beggar man

When he came to the king’s gate

He asked for drink and he asked for meat

He asked for the sake of St. Peter and Paul

He asked for the sake of young Hind Horn

The bride came tripping down the stair

With combs of red gold shining in her hair

With a glass of red wine in her hand

To give to the poor old beggar man

And he has drunk up all the wine

And into the cup he’s dropped the ring

Came ye this by sea or land?

Or got ye’t off a dead man’s hand?

I got it not by sea or land?

But I got it off your very own hand

The bridegroom he comes down the stair

But neither bride nor beggar was there

The bridegroom had her first to wed

But young Hind Horn had her first to bed