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 wont 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
