| Young Hind Horn to the King’s is gone
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| Hey lililu and ho ho lan
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| He fell in love with the King’s daughter Jean
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| With a hey down, hey diddle downy
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| She gave him a gay gold ring
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| With three bright diamonds glittering
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| When this ring grows pale and blue
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| Then my love is lost to you
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| He hoisted his sails and went to sea
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| Spent seven years in a far country
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| One day he’s looked his ring upon
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| It grew pale and it grew wan
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| Young Hind Horn is come to land
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| There he met an old beggar man
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| What news, what news come tell to me
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| No news but our queen’s wedding day
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| Will you give me your old brown cap?
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| And I’ll give you my gold laced hat
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| Will you give me your begging weeds
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| And I’ll give you my good grey steed
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| The old beggar man goes dressed so fine
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| And young Hind Horn like an old beggar man
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| When he came to the king’s gate
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| He asked for drink and he asked for meat
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| He asked for the sake of St. Peter and Paul
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| He asked for the sake of young Hind Horn
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| The bride came tripping down the stair
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| With combs of red gold shining in her hair
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| With a glass of red wine in her hand
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| To give to the poor old beggar man
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| And he has drunk up all the wine
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| And into the cup he’s dropped the ring
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| Came ye this by sea or land?
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| Or got ye’t off a dead man’s hand?
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| I got it not by sea or land?
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| But I got it off your very own hand
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| The bridegroom he comes down the stair
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| But neither bride nor beggar was there
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| The bridegroom had her first to wed
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| But young Hind Horn had her first to bed |