English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	Young Beichan 17 He said : You may take your daughter home with you, Foi I'm sure she's none the worse of me, For the prettiest thing stands there awaiting That ever my two eyes did see. 18 He took her by the lily-white hand And took her to her father's cellar, And drawed some of the best port wine, Saying : Drink a. health, you pretty creature, Who freed me from such a prison strong. 19 He took her by the lily white hand And gently led her to his hall, And changed her name from Pretty Nancy, And called her name, it was Noble Jane.

	2 He sailed East, he sailed West, He sailed all over the Turkish shore, -Till he was caught and put in prison, Never to be released any more. 3 The Turk he had but one lone daughter, She was of some high degree; She stole the keys from her father's dwelling, And declared Lord Batesman she'd set free. 4 She led him down to the lower cellar And drew him a drink of the strongest wine, Every moment seemed an hour. O Lord Batesman, if you were mine 1 5 Let's make a vow, let's make a promise, Let's make a vow, let's make it stand; You vow you'll marry no other woman, I'll vow I'll marry no other man.
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