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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 35
Seven years were gone and past,
And seven weeks and almost three, She bundled up her silks and rubies,
And vowed Lord Bayham she would see.
And when she got to Lord Bayham's gate, She knocked so loud she made it ring.
"Who's there? Who's there?" cried the young proud porter, "That knocks so loud and won't come in."
" Is this Lord Bayham's land and living?
Or is Lord Bayham himself at home?" " This is Lord Bayham's land and living.
He has this day fetched a young bride home."
"I've a gold ring on every finger,
And on my middle finger three. I'll give them all to you, young proud porter,
If you will do one thing for me. . . .
"Go down into your father's cellar,
And draw to me the best port wine, And drink a health to a prince's daughter,
Who freed you from your prison bound."
He went unto his master dear,
And fell low down upon his knees. "Rise up, rise up, you young proud porter,
What news have you brought unto me?"