Brian Peters - Hind Horn lyrics

"In Edinburgh I was born The name I bear is young Hind Horn For seven years I served the king All for his daughter's love to win "But the king, an angry man was he He sent me far across the sea My love gave me a golden ring; I valued it above all things " 'Now if this ring do keep its hue You'll know that I prove true to you; But if this ring grows pale and wan You'll know that I love some other man.' " So he hoisted his sail and away went he Away, away, to some far country He looked at the ring—it shone bright and clear He knew she was constant to her dear And then he sailed away, a year or more Until he came to the Turkish shore He looked at the ring—it was pale and wan He knew that she loved some other man So he hoisted his sail and home went he Home again to his own country He set his foot upon dry land The first that he met was an old beggar-man "What news, what news, old beggar-man? What news have you by sea and land?" "Bad news, bad news to you I say— Tomorrow is your true love's wedding day!" "Then give to me your begging gown And my red robe shall be your own." "The begging gown's none fit for thee And your red robe's too rich for me." But be it right, be it wrong The begging gown he has put on "Now that the beggar's rig I wear Tell me how the beggar must fare." "Walk as fast as is your will Until you come to yonder hill; Then slow your pace and stoop your frame Lean on your staff like one who is lame "And you will beg from Peter, beg from Paul Beg from the highest and the lowest of all But you'll get nothing from woman or man Till it comes from the bride's own hand." So he begged from Peter, he begged from Paul He begged from the highest and the lowest of all From none of them did he get one thing Until he came to his love's wedding The bride came tripping down the stairs Bands of gold were in her hair And a gla** of red wine in her hand To give to the poor old beggar-man From out of the gla** he drank the wine Into it he dropped the ring The bride she knew it as her own She stared as one all turned to stone "Did you get it by sea, did you get it by land Or was it from a drown'd man's hand?" "It was not from sea, and not from land Nor yet from any drown'd man's hand "For it was you gave me this golden ring; I value it above all things And homeward I have made my way To give it to you on your wedding day." She tore the gold from off her head "I'll follow you and beg my bread!" She tore the gold from off her hair "I'll follow you forevermore!" And between the kitchen and the hall 'Twas there he let the beggar's robe fall He shone with gold like the sun's own ray The bride from the groom he stole away!