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' O there 's a wedding in yonder ha', Has lasted thirty days and three ;
Lord Beichan will not bed wi' his bride For love of one that's 'yond the sea.'
When she came to Young Beichan's gate
She tided softly at the pin; So ready was the proud porter
To open and let this lady in.
' Is this Young Beichan's gates ?' she says, ' Or is that noble lord within ?'—
' He 's up the stairs wi' his bonny bride, For this is the day o' his weddinV—
'O has he taken a bonny bride, And has he clean forgotten me ?'
And sighing said that ladye gay,
' I wish I were in my own countrie! '
She's putten her hand in her pocket And gi'en the porter guineas three;
Says, ' Take ye that, ye proud porter, And bid the bridegroom speak with me.'
And she has ta'en her gay gold ring, That with her love she brake so free;
Says, ' Gie him that, ye proud porter, And bid the bridegroom speak with me.'
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