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 gates He's pulled all at the pin No one so ready as the lady herself To arise and let him in Arise and let him in
You're welcome here, my Young Hunting For coal and candle lights 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 Brandie's Well Meets me at Brandie's Well
He bent down o'er his saddlebow To kiss her ruby cheek But she took out a little pen knife And wounded him full deep And wounded him full deep
She's called on her maid Catherine 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've 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 In the deepest parts of Clyde water It's there they made his bed It's there they made his bed
Lie there, lie there, you young Hunting 'Til the blood seep from your bone That fairer woman than ten of me Will wait long ere you come home Wait long ere you come home
Then up and spoke the bonny little bird That stood all in the tree Go home, go home, you false lady Pay your maid her fee And pay your maid her fee
Come down, come down, my bonny little bird Come down into my hand Your cage I'll make of the fine beaten gold Where now is the willow wand Where now is the willow wand
Keep your cage of beaten gold And I will keep my tree For as you did with Young Hunting You'd do the same with me You'd do the same with me
And it fell out on the very next day The king was going to ride And he has sent for 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 Yesterday at morn
But I saw him ride to Clyde Water I fear he's drowned therein And they have sent the 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 Catherine And ill may she betide For I'd have never slain my Young Hunting And thrown him in the Clyde And thrown him in the Clyde
So they have taken the maid Catherine 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 Catherine 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