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Hind Horn

http://www.musicaneltubo.it/ascolta.asp?id=djwvENi7AGw

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Young man fair, young man free,

Where were you born, and in what country?

In Ireland I was bred and born,

Back to Ireland I will return.

2When they were parting she gave to him,

Her hearts true love and a guinea gold ring[43]

When you look at the ring and its bright and true,

You know your lover is true to you.

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If the ring be bright and clear,

You know Im constant to my dear,

But if the ring be pale and wan,

Your lovers gone with another man.

4He took ship and away went he,

Till he come to that strange country

When he looked at the ring, it was pale and wan,

He knows shes gone with another man.

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So he took ship and back sailed he,

Till he come to his own country;

He was a-riding over the plain,

The first he met was the begging man.

6What news, what news, what news?cried he,

Sad and sorry Ive to tell to thee;

Sad and sorry Ive to tell to thee,

Today is your true lovers[44] wedding day.

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Youll lend me your begging rig,

Youll put on my riding stage;

No, the begging rigs too poor for thee,

The riding stage too good for me.

8

Be it right, be it wrong,

The begging rig it will go on.


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Now tell me as fast as you can,

What is the work of the begging man?

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You may walk as fast as you will,

Till you come to yonders hill,

But when you come to yonders[45] gate,Lean on your staff with a trembling step.

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Beg from Pitt, beg from Paul[46],

Beg from the highest to the lowest of all,

But from them all you need take none,

Till you come to the brides own hand.

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He stepped on with a fine good will,

Till he come to yonders hill;

When he came to yonders gate,Leaned on his staff with a trembling step.

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The bride come trembling down the stair,

Gold rings on her fingers, gold bobs in her hair;

A glass of wine all in her hand,

All for to give to the begging man.

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Out of the glass he drank up the wine,

Into the glass goes a guinea gold ring;

Did you get it by sea? Did you get it by land?Or did you get it from a drowned mans hand?

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Neither did I get it by sea or land,

Neither did I get it from a drowned mans hand.

I got it from my love in a courting way,

I give it to my love on her wedding day.

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Gold rings from her fingers she did let fall,

Gold bobs from her hair she threw against the wall,

Ill follow you forever more,Though Im begging from door to door.

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He that was the blackest[47] among them all,

Now shines the fairest in the hall.

He that was single at the break of day,

Stole the bride from the groom away.

Hind Horn as performed by Bandoggs(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYIFa2ej6fg)

Young Hind Horn to the King is gone,Hey lililo and a ho lo la,

And hes fell in love with his daughter Jean,


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Hey down and a hey diddle downy.

She gave to him a golden ring

With three bright diamonds set therein.

When this ring grows pale and blue

Then my love is lost to you.

Now the king has sent him oer the seaFor seven long years in a far country.

One day hes looked his ring upon,

It grew pale and it grew wan.

So hes left the sea for his own land

And its there that hes met with a beggar man.

What news, what news old man doth befall?

Its none save the wedding in the kings own hall.

Cast off, cast off your beggars weeds

And Ill give you my good grey steed.

Oh its when he came to the kings own gateHes sought there a drink for the bridegrooms sake.

And the bride gave him a glass of wine

And when hes drunk hes dropped in the ring.

Oh got ye this by the sea or the land Or took ye this from a dead mans hand?

I got it neither by sea nor land

For you gave it to me with your own hand.

Oh, Ill cast off my gown of red

And along with thee Ill beg my bread.

Oh, you need not leave your bridal gown

For Ill make you the lady of manys the town.Her own bridegroom had her first wed

But young Hind Horn had her first to bed.

Cruel Sister (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akZO9_cJ82Q)

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBlgCeYExx0

There lived a lady by the North Sea shore

Lay the bent to bonnie broom

Two daughters were the babes she bore

Fa la laie la lie lala

One grew as bright as is the sun

So cold, dark, grew the elder one

A knight came riding to the ladiesdoor

He travelled far to be their wooer

He courted one with gloves and rings

But the other he loved above all thingsOh, sister, sister wont you walk with me

To see the ships sail oer sea
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And as they walked the windy shore

The dark girl pushed her sister oer

Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam

Crying Sister, reach to me your hand

Oh sister, sister please let me live

And all thats mine Ill surely giveIts your own true love I want, and more

That thou shalt never come ashore

And as she floated like a swan

The salt sea bore her body on

Two minstrels walked by the windy strand

They saw her body float to land

They made a harp of her breast bone

Whos sound would melt a heart of stone

They took three strands of her yellow hair

And with them strung this harp so rareThey took this harp to her fathers hall

To play the harp before them all

But when they set the harp upon a stone

It began to play alone

The first string sang a doleful sound

The bride her younger sister drowned

The second string, when this they tried

In terror sits the black haired bride

The third string sang beneath their bow

And surely now her tears will flow

Geordie

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LJ7Z7a3UbMAs

I walked out over London bridge

One misty morning early,

I overheard a fair pretty maid

Was lamenting for her Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,

Tis not the chain of many

He was born of kings royal breed

And lost to a virtuous lady.

Go bridle me my milk white steed,

Go bridle me my pony,

I will ride to London court

To plead for the life of Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf,

He never hurted any,


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Stole sixteen of the kings royal deer,

And he sold them in Bohenny.

Two pretty babies have I born,

The third lies in my body,

Id freely part with them every oneIf youd spare the life of Geordie.

The judge looked over his left shoulder,

He said fair maid Im sorry

He said fair maid you must be gone

For I cannot pardon Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,

Tis not the chain of many,

Stole sixteen of the kings royal deerAnd he sold them in Bohenny.

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