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' O were I free as I hae been,
And my ship swimming once more on sea, I'd turn my face to fair England
And sail no more to a strange countrie ! '
Young Beichan's song for thinking on All night she never closed her e'e ;
She's stown the keys from her father's head Wi' mickle gold and white monie.
And she has open'd the prison doors :
I wot she open'd twa or three Ere she could come Young Beichan at,
He was lock'd up so curiouslie.
' O hae ye any lands or rents,
Or cities in your own countrie, Cou'd free you out of prison strong
And cou'd maintain a lady free ? '—
' O London city is my own,
And other cities twa or three; I'll give them all to the lady fair
That out of prison will set me free.'
O she has bribed her father's men Wi' mickle gold and white monie,
She 's gotten the keys of the prison strong, And she has set Young Beichan free.
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