with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
204 YOUNG HYNHORN. ( To its own Tune.) Near Edinburgh was a young son born, Hey lilelu an' a how low Ian', An' his name it was called young Hynhorn, An' its hey down down deedle airo. Seven long years he served the king, Hey, &c. An' it's a' for the sake of his daughter Jean. The king an angry man was he, He send young Hynhorn to the sea. * * * An' on his finger she put a ring. When your ring turns pale and wan, Then I'm in love wi' another man. An' it's he^, &c.
205 Upon a day he look'd at his ring, It was as pale as any thing. He's left the sea, an' he's come to the Ian', An' there he met an auld beggar man. What news, what news, my auld beggar man. What news, what news by sea or by Ian'. Nae news, nae news, the auld beggar said, But the king's dochter Jean is going to be wed. Cast aff, cast aff thy auld beggar-weed, An' I'll gie thee my gude gray steed. When he cam to our guid king's yet. He sought a glass o' wine for young Hynhorn's sake. He drank out the wine an' he put in the ring, An' he bade them carry't to the king's dochter Jean. O gat ye't by sea, or gat ye't by Ian', Or gat ye't aff a dead man's han' .?
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- Page 422 and 423: 166 I DO CONFESS THOU ART SAE FAIR.
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- Page 428 and 429: 172 A gleib o' Ian', a claut o' gea
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- Page 438 and 439: 18£ EPPIE m'NAB. The old song, wit
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- Page 442 and 443: 186 No cold approach, no alter'd mi
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- Page 446 and 447: 190 LUCKY NANSIE. While fops in sof
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- Page 452 and 453: 196 FRAGMENTS. Tune — Willie's Ra
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- Page 456 and 457: 200 But he set her on a coal-black
- Page 458 and 459: 202 BONNIE DUNDEE.* whare gat ye th
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- Page 467 and 468: 211 WATTY AND MEG. The reader is he
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- Page 471 and 472: 215 Mungo fill'd him up a toothfu',
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204<br />
YOUNG HYNHORN.<br />
( To its own Tune.)<br />
Near Edinburgh was a young son born,<br />
Hey lilelu an' a how low Ian',<br />
An' his name it was called young Hynhorn,<br />
An' its hey down down deedle airo.<br />
Seven long years he served the king,<br />
Hey, &c.<br />
An' it's a' for the sake of his daughter Jean.<br />
The king an angry man was he,<br />
He send young Hynhorn to the sea.<br />
* * *<br />
An' on his finger she put a ring.<br />
When your ring turns pale <strong>and</strong> wan,<br />
Then I'm in love wi' another man.<br />
An' it's he^, &c.
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