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'My begging weed is na for thee, Your riding steed is na for me.'
xx But part by right and part by wrang Hynd Horn has changed wi' the beggar man.
The auld beggar man was bound for to ride, But young Hynd Horn was bound for the bride.
When he came to the King's gate,
He sought a drink for Hynd Horn's sake.
The bride came trippin' down the stair, Wi' the scales o' red gowd in her hair;
Wi' a cup o' the red wine in her hand, And that she pae to the ai'ld beggar man.
xxv Out o' the cup he drank the wine, And into the cup he dropt the ring.
' O got ye this by sea or land ?
Or got ye it of a dead man's hand ?'—
' I got it na by sea nor land,
But I got it, madam, of your own hand.
' O, I'll cast off my gowns o' brown, And beg with you frae town to town.
' O, I'll cast off my gowns o' red, And I'll beg wi' you to win my bread. 344