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256 LORD BEICHAN AND SUSIE PYE.
She's tane him to her father's port, And gien to him a ship o' fame:—
" Farewell, farewell, my Scottish lord, rs
I fear I'll ne'er see you again."
Lord Beichan turn'd him round about, ■
And lowly, lowly, loutit he:— " Ere seven lang years come to an end,
I'll tak you to mine ain countrie." so
Then when he cam to Glasgow town,
A happy, happy man was he; The ladies a' around him thrang'd,
To see him come frae slaverie.
His mother she had died o' sorrow, ss
And a' his brothers were dead but he;
His lands they a' were lying waste, In ruins were his castles free.
Na porter there stood at his yett
Na human creature he could see, jo
Except the screeching owls and bats,
Had he to bear him companie.
But gowd will gar the castles grow,
And he had gowd and jewels free; And soon the pages around him thrang'd, %
To serve him on their bended knee.
His hall was hung wi' silk and satin,
His table rung wi' mirth and glee ; He soon forgot the lady fair,
That lows'd him out o' slaverie. 100