She to the window fixt her sheets And slipped safely down, And Johny catchd her in his arms, Neer loot her touch the ground.
When mounted on her Johny’s horse, Fou blithely did she say, “Glenlion, you hae lost your bride! She’s aff wi Johny Hay.”
Glenlion and his brother John Were birling in the ha, When they heard Johny’s bridle ring, As first he rade awa.
“Rise, Jock, gang out and meet the priest, I hear his bridle ring; My Baby now shall be my wife Before the laverocks sing.”
“O brother, this is not the priest; I fear he’ll come oer late; For armed men with shining brands Stand at the castle-yate.”
“Haste Donald, Duncan, Dugald, Hugh! Haste, take your sword and spier! We’ll gar these traytors rue the hour That eer they ventured here.”
The Highland men drew their claymores, And gae a warlike shout, But Johny’s merry men kept the yate, Nae are durst venture out.
The lovers rade the live-lang night, And safe gat on their way, And bonny Baby Livingston Has gotten Johny Hay.
“Awa, Glenlion! fy for shame! Gae hide ye in some den! You’ve lettn your bride be stown frae you, For a’ your armed men.”
Near the King’s Court was a young child born, _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; And his name it was called Young Hynd Horn, _And the birk and the broom blooms bonnie_.
Seven lang years he served the King, _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; And it’s a’ for the sake o’ his daughter Jean, _And the birk and the broom blooms bonnie_.
The King an angry man was he, _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; He sent Young Hynd Horn to the sea, _And the birk and the broom blooms bonnie_.
Oh! his Love gave him a gay gold ring, _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; With three shining diamonds set therein, _And the birk and the broom blooms bonnie_.
“As lang as these diamonds keep their hue, _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_, Ye’ll know I am a lover true, _And the birk and the broom blooms bonnie_.
“But when your ring turns pale and wan, _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_, Then I’m in love with another man, _And the birk and the broom blooms bonnie_.”
He’s gone to the sea and far away, _With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; And he’s stayed for seven lang years and a day, _And the birk and the broom blooms bonnie_:
