Young Hunting

Young Hunting's to the castle gone

As fast as he could ride

He's a hunting horn about his waist

A broadsword by his side

A broadsword by his side

And when he came to the castle gate

He's pulled all at the pin

No one so ready as the lady herself

To rise and let him in

Arise and let him in

"You're welcome here, my young Hunting

For coal and candlelight;

And so welcome are you, young Hunting

To lie with me this night

To lie with me this night."

"I thank you for your light, lady

So do I for your coal

But there's a fairer woman than ten of thee

Meets me at Brandy's Well

Meets me at Brandy's Well."

He bent down o'er his saddlebow

To kiss her ruby cheek

But she took out a little penknife

And wounded him full deep

And wounded him full deep

And she has gone to her maid, Katherine

So long before the day

"I have a dead man in my bower;

I wish he was away

I wish he was away."

They booted him and spurred him

As he was won't to ride

They have taken him to the wide water

They call the River Clyde

They call the River Clyde

One has taken him by his feet

The other one by his head

And in the deepest part of Clyde Water

It's there they've made his bed

It's there they've made his bed

"Lie there, lie there, you young Hunting

'Til the blood seep from your bone

And that fairer woman than ten of me

Will wait long ere you come home

Wait long ere you come home."

Then up and spoke a bonny little bird

That stood up in the tree

"Go home, go home, you false lady

And pay your maid a fee

And pay your maid a fee."

"Come down, come down, you bonny little bird

Come down into my hand

Your cage I will make of the fine beaten gold

Where now it's the willow wand

Where now it's the willow wand."

"Keep your cage of beaten gold

And I will keep my tree

For as you did to young Hunting

You'd do the same to me

You'd do the same to me."

And it fell out the very next day

The King was going to ride

And he has sent for young Hunting

To ride all at his side

To ride all at his side

The lady swore by the grass so green

So did she by the corn

"I saw not your son, young Hunting

Since yesterday at morn

Since yesterday at morn

"But I saw him ride to Clyde Water;

I fear he's drowned therein!"

And they have sent for divers bold

To dive for young Hunting

To dive for young Hunting

Then up and spoke the bonny little bird

That flew above their heads

"Dive on, dive on, you divers bold

For there he lies indeed

For there he lies indeed

"But leave off your diving in the day

And dive all in the night

And where young Hunting he lies slain

The candles will burn full bright

The candles will burn full bright."

So they left off diving in the day

And dived all in the night

And where young Hunting he lay slain

The candles burned full bright

The candles burned full bright

White, white were his wounds all washed

As white as a linen clout

But when the lady she came near

The blood come gushing out

The blood come gushing out

"Well, it's surely been my maid Katherine

And ill may she betide!

For I'd have never slain my young Hunting

Nor thrown him in the Clyde

Nor thrown him in the Clyde."

So they have taken the maid Katherine

And a bonfire set her in

But the fire wouldn't take upon her cheek

Nor yet upon her chin

Nor yet upon her chin

So they've taken out the maid Katherine

They've thrown the lady in

And the fire took fast on her fair body

She burned like holly green

She burned like holly green