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Then up and started Young Beichan And sware so loud by Our Ladye,
' It can be none but Susie Pye,
That has come over the sea to me!
O quickly ran he down the stair, Of fifteen steps he made but three;
He 's ta'en his bonny love in his arms And kiss'd and kiss'd her tenderlie.
' O have ye ta'en another bride,
And have ye quite forsaken me ? And have ye clean forgotten her
That gave you life and libertie ?'
She 's looked over her left shoulder To hide the tears stood in her e'e;
'Now fare-thee-well, Young Beichan,' she saysó ' I'll strive to think no more on thee.'
' O never, never, Susie Pye,
For surely this can never be, That ever I shall wed but her
That's done and dreed so much for me!'
xxxvi Then up bespake the bride's motheró
She never was heard to speak so free: ' Ye'll not forsake my only daughter,
Though Susie Pye has cross'd the sea.'