Brian Peters - Young Hunting lyrics

Young Hunting's to the castle gone As fast as he could ride He's a hunting horn about his waist A broadsword by his side A broadsword by his side And when he came to the castle gate He's pulled all at the pin No one so ready as the lady herself To rise and let him in Arise and let him in "You're welcome here, my young Hunting For coal and candlelight; And so welcome are you, young Hunting To lie with me this night To lie with me this night." "I thank you for your light, lady So do I for your coal But there's a fairer woman than ten of thee Meets me at Brandy's Well Meets me at Brandy's Well." He bent down o'er his saddlebow To kiss her ruby cheek But she took out a little penknife And wounded him full deep And wounded him full deep And she has gone to her maid, Katherine So long before the day "I have a dead man in my bower; I wish he was away I wish he was away." They booted him and spurred him As he was won't to ride They have taken him to the wide water They call the River Clyde They call the River Clyde One has taken him by his feet The other one by his head And in the deepest part of Clyde Water It's there they've made his bed It's there they've made his bed "Lie there, lie there, you young Hunting 'Til the blood seep from your bone And that fairer woman than ten of me Will wait long ere you come home Wait long ere you come home." Then up and spoke a bonny little bird That stood up in the tree "Go home, go home, you false lady And pay your maid a fee And pay your maid a fee." "Come down, come down, you bonny little bird Come down into my hand Your cage I will make of the fine beaten gold Where now it's the willow wand Where now it's the willow wand." "Keep your cage of beaten gold And I will keep my tree For as you did to young Hunting You'd do the same to me You'd do the same to me." And it fell out the very next day The King was going to ride And he has sent for young Hunting To ride all at his side To ride all at his side The lady swore by the gra** so green So did she by the corn "I saw not your son, young Hunting Since yesterday at morn Since yesterday at morn "But I saw him ride to Clyde Water; I fear he's drowned therein!" And they have sent for divers bold To dive for young Hunting To dive for young Hunting Then up and spoke the bonny little bird That flew above their heads "Dive on, dive on, you divers bold For there he lies indeed For there he lies indeed "But leave off your diving in the day And dive all in the night And where young Hunting he lies slain The candles will burn full bright The candles will burn full bright." So they left off diving in the day And dived all in the night And where young Hunting he lay slain The candles burned full bright The candles burned full bright White, white were his wounds all washed As white as a linen clout But when the lady she came near The blood come gushing out The blood come gushing out "Well, it's surely been my maid Katherine And ill may she betide! For I'd have never slain my young Hunting Nor thrown him in the Clyde Nor thrown him in the Clyde." So they have taken the maid Katherine And a bonfire set her in But the fire wouldn't take upon her cheek Nor yet upon her chin Nor yet upon her chin So they've taken out the maid Katherine They've thrown the lady in And the fire took fast on her fair body She burned like holly green She burned like holly green