God save the king, and bless this land, With plenty, joy and peace; Tales of the Olden And grant, henceforth, that foul debate Time "Twixt noblemen may cease! OLD BALLAD. Hynde Horn "Oh, it's Hynde Horn fair, and it's Hynde Horn free; Oh, where were you born, and in what countrie?" "In a far distant countrie I was born; But of home and friends I am quite forlorn." Oh, it's seven long years he served the king, Oh, he gave to his love a silver wand, And his love gave to him a gay gold ring, of the Tales Saying " While the diamonds do keep their hue, Olden Time Then the sails were spread, and away sail'd he; But when Hynde Horn look'd the diamonds upon, Oh, the sails were spread, and away sail'd he "What news, thou auld beggar man?" said he; "For full seven years I've been over the sea." Then the auld man said-" The strangest of all Is the curious wedding in our king's hall. "For there's a king's daughter, came frae the wast, Has been married to him these nine days past; of the Olden Time “Now, auld man, give to me your begging weed, Tales "And you must teach me the auld beggar's role, Then Hynde Horn bent him to his staff of tree, "Good porter, I pray, for Saints Peter and Paul, "And ask the fair bride, for the sake of Hynde Horn, To hand them to one so sadly forlorn." Then the porter for pity the message convey'd, And when she did hear it, she tripp'd down the stair, And in her fair hands did lovingly bear Tales A cup of red wine, and a farle of cake, of the Olden To give the old man, for loved Hynde Horn's sake. And when she came to where Hynde Horn did stand, With joy he did take the cup from her hand; Then pledged the fair bride, the cup out did drain, Dropp'd in it the ring, and return'd it again. "Oh, found you that ring by sea or on land, Or got you that ring off a dead man's hand?" "Oh, I found not that ring by sea or on land, But I got that ring from a fair lady's hand. "As a pledge of true love she gave it to me, hue, I know that my love has to me proved untrue." "Oh, I will cast off my gay costly gown, "You need not cast off your gay costly gown, To follow me on from town unto town; You need not take the gold combs from your Tales hair, For Hynde Horn has gold enough, and to spare." He stood up erect, let his beggar weed fall, To Hynde Horn thus come back, like one from the dead. of the Olden Time OLD BALLAD. Glenlogie There was monie a braw noble She fancied Glenlogie Aboon a' that were there. She speired at his footman, And where he did bide. When he is at hame; |