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8 YOUNG BEICHAN AND SUSIE PYE.
" She begs one sheave of your white bread, But and a cup of your red wine ; is>
And to remember the lady's love, That last reliev'd you out of pine."
" 0 well-a-day! " said Beichan then, " That I so soon have married thee !
For it can be none but Susie Pye, iss
That sailed the sea for love of me."
And quickly hied he down the stair;
Of fifteen steps he made but three; He's ta'en his bonny love in his arms,
And kist, and kist her tenderlie. xa
" O hae ye ta'en anither bride ?
And hae ye quite forgotten me ? And hae ye quite forgotten her,
That gave you life and libertie ? "
She looked o'er her left shoulder, its
To hide the tears stood in her e'e:
" Now fare thee well, young Beichan," she says, " I'll try to think no more on thee."
" 0 never, never, Susie Pye,
For surely this can never be ; is>
Nor ever shall I wed but her
That's done and dree'd so much for me."