Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 4 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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But young Beichan was a Christian born,
And still a Christian was he; Which made them put him in prison Strang,
And cauld and hunger sair to dree; And fed on nocht but bread and water,
Until the day that he mot dee.
In this prison there grew a tree, And it was unco stout and Strang;
Where he was chained by the middle, Until his life was almaist gane.
The savage Moor had but ae dochter, And her name it was Susie Pye ;
And ilka day as she took the air, The prison door she passed bye.
But it fell ance upon a day,
As she was walking, she heard him sing; She listen'd to his tale of woe,
A happy day for young Beichan !
" My hounds they all go masterless, My hawks they flee frae tree to tree,
My youngest brother will heir my lands, My native land I'll never see."
" 0 were I but the prison-keeper,
As I'm a ladie o' hie degree, I soon wad set this youth at large,
And send him to his ain countrie."
She went away into her chamber, All nichi she never clos'd her ee ;