Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 4 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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YOUNG BEICHAN AND SUSIE PYE.            3
So in every shoulder they've putten a bore ;
In every bore they've putten a tree ;             10
And they have made him trail the wine
And spices on his fair bodie.
They've casten him in a dungeon deep, Where he could neither hear nor see;
For seven years they kept him there,               is
Till he for hunger's like to die.
This Moor he had but ae daughter, Her name was called Susie Pye ;
And every day as she took the air,
Near Beichan's prison she passed by. a
O so it fell, upon a day
She heard young Beichan sadly sing ; " My hounds they all go masterless ;
My hawks they flee from tree to tree; My younger brother will heir my land; a
Fair England again I'll never see !"
All night long no rest she got, Young Beichan's song for thinking on ;
She's stown the keys from her father's head, And to the prison strong is gone.                   so
And she has open'd the prison doors,
I wot she open'd two or three, Ere she could come young Beichan at,
He was locked up so curiouslie.







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