YOUNG BEICHAN IN London city was Beichan born, For thro' his shoulder he put a bore, He's casten him in a dungeon deep, The savage Moor had but ae dochter, But it fell ance upon a day, As she was walking, she heard him sing; She listen'd to his tale of woe, A happy day for young Beichan! 8 12 16 20 "My hounds they all go masterless, My hawks they flee frae tree to tree, My youngest brother will heir my lands, My native land I'll never see." "O were I but the 'm'a ladie bron-keeper, As I m'a I soon wad set this youth at large, 101 291* 1509 920.71- by, of sH An cou'd maintain a lady free?" !! for wod odbion Pros i 90 (# "O London city is my owng " An other cities twa or three, ‚{ '¡7. H O she has bribed her, father's men, A And she has set young Beichan free. gui m'd by de gaiden She 's gi'n him a loaf o' good white bread, 24 28 3a 34 40 44 An' she bad' him mind on the lady's love "Go set your foot on good ship-board, An' haste you back to your ain country, An' before that seven years has an end, Come back again, love, and marry me." 48 52 It was long or seven years had an end; She's sail'd up, so has she doun,,›, Till she came to the other side; She's landed at young Beichan's gates, An' I hope this day she sall be his bride. 60 i "Is this young Beichan's gates?" says she, An' mony a lord and lady wi' him.", 曾 "O has, he ta'en a bonny bride, An' has he clean forgotten me!" An' sighing said that gay lady, 64 "I wish I were in my ain country." 68 But she's pitten her han' in her pocket, 72 O whan the porter came up the stair, He's fa'n low down upon his knee; "Won up, won up, ye proud porter, An' what makes a' this courtesy?" "O I've been porter at your gates This mair nor seven years an' three, But there is a lady at them now 76 The like of whom I never did see. 80 "For on every finger she has a ring, An' on the mid-finger she has three, An' there's as meikle goud aboon her brow As would but an earldome o' lan' to me." 84 Then up it started young Beichan, An' sware so loud by our Lady, "It can be nane but Susie Pye, That has come o'er the sea to me." 88 O quickly ran he down the stair, O' fifteen steps he has made but three; He's tane his bonny love in his arms, An' a wot he kiss'd her tenderly. "O hae you tane a bonny bride? An' hae you quite forsaken me? An' hae ye quite forgotten her That gae you life and liberty? She's lookit o'er her left shoulder To hide the tears stood in her ee; 92 96 "Now fare thee well, young Beichan," she says, "I'll strive to think nae mair on thee." 100 "Take back your daughter, madam," he says, "An' a double dowry I'll gi' her wi'; For I maun marry my first true love, That's done and suffered so much for me." He's take his bonny love by the han', Child, Pop. Bal., No. 53A (Gummere's Version). 104 108 THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY YE Highlands and ye Lawlands, O where hae ye been? They hae slain the Earl of Murray, Now wae be to thee, Huntley! |