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God save the king, and bless this land,
With plenty, joy and peace;

And grant, henceforth, that foul debate

Tales

of the

Olden

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,
But wages from him he ne'er got a thing:
Oh, it's seven long years he served, I ween,
And all for love of the king's daughter Jean.

Oh, he gave to his love a silver wand,
Her sceptre of rule over fair Scotland;
With three singing laverocks set thereon,
For to mind her of him when he was gone.

And his love gave to him a gay gold ring,
With three shining diamonds set therein;
Oh, his love gave to him this gay gold ring,
Of virtue and value above all thing;

Tales Saying " While the diamonds do keep their hue, of the You will know that my love holds fast and true; But when the diamonds grow pale and wan,

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Time

I'll be dead, or wed to another man."

Then the sails were spread, and away sail'd he;
Oh, he sail'd away to a far countrie;
And when he had been seven years to sea,
Hynde Horn look'd to see how his ring might be.

But when Hynde Horn look'd the diamonds upon,
Oh, he saw that they were both pale and wan;
And at once he knew, from their alter'd hue,
That his love was dead or had proved untrue.

Oh, the sails were spread, and away sail'd he
Back over the sea to his own countrie;
Then he left the ship when it came to land,
And he met an auld beggar upon the strand.

"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;
But unto him a wife the bride winna be,
For love of Hynde Horn, far over the sea."

of the Olden Time

"Now, auld man, give to me your begging weed, Tales
And I will give to thee my riding steed;
And, auld man, give to me your staff of tree,
And my scarlet cloak I will give to thee.

"And you must teach me the auld beggar's role,
As he goes his rounds, and receives his dole."
The auld man he did as young Hynde Horn said,
And taught him the way to beg for his bread.

Then Hynde Horn bent him to his staff of tree,
And to the king's palace away hobbled he;
And when he arrived at the king's palace gate,
To the porter he thus his petition did state:

"Good porter, I pray, for Saints Peter and Paul,
And for sake of the Saviour who died for us all,
For one cup of wine, and one bit of bread,
To an auld man with travel and hunger bestead.

"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 told the fair bride all the beggar man said.

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 To give the old man, for loved Hynde Horn's

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Time

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,
Full seven years ago, as I sail'd o'er the sea;
But now that the diamonds are chang'd in their
hue,

I know that my love has to me proved untrue.”

"Oh, I will cast off my gay costly gown,
And follow thee on from town unto town,
And I will take the gold combs from my hair,
And follow my true love for ever mair."

"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

hair,

For Hynde Horn has gold enough, and to spare."

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He stood up erect, let his beggar weed fall,
And shone there the foremost and noblest of all;
Then the bridegrooms were chang'd, and the lady
re-wed,

To Hynde Horn thus come back, like one from

the dead.

Tales

of the Olden

Time

OLD BALLAD.

Glenlogie

There was monie a braw noble
Came to our Queen's ha';
But the bonnie Glenlogie
Was the flower of them a'.
And the young Ladye Jeanie,
Sae gude and sae fair,

She fancied Glenlogie

Aboon a' that were there.

She speired at his footman,
That ran by his side,
His name, and his sirname,

And where he did bide.
"He bides at Glenlogie,
When he is at hame;

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