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"This seven weeks I kept your gates,
And seven weeks and almost three, There's the fairest lady stands at your gates
That ever my two eyes did see.
"She has a gold ring on every finger,
And on the middle finger three; She has more fine gold around her waist
Than would buy old England, France, and thee."
Lord Bayham rose upon his feet,
And split his table in pieces three, Saying, "I'll forfeit all my land and living
That the Turkish lady has crossed the sea."
Then up bespoke the young bride's mother,
Those words in anger she did say; "Would you forsake my own dear daughter,
And marry a Turkish lady?"
He says, "Here is your daughter as I got her.
I'm sure she is none the worse of me. She came to me on a horse and saddle,
I'll send her home in her coach and three."
He took Susan by her little white hands, And led her down the golden stream,
And changed her name from lovely Susan, And called her Lord Bayham's queen.