English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	Young Beichan 6 They made a vow, they made a promise, They made a vow, they made it stand; He vowed he'd marry no other woman, She vowed she'd marry no other man. 7 Seven long years had rolled around, It seemed as if it were twenty-nine, She bundled up her finest clothing, And declared Lord Batesman she'd go find. 8 She went till she came to the gate, she tingled, It was so loud, but she wouldn't come in, Is this your place, she cried, Lord Batesman, Or is it that you've let yours, brought your new bride in ? 9 Go remember him of a piece of bread, Go remember him of a glass of wine, Go remember him of the Turkish lady Who freed him from the iron, cold bonds. 10 He stamped his foot upon the floor, He burst the table in pieces three, Saying: I'll forsake both land and dwelling For the Turkish lady that set me free. 11 She went till she came to the gate, she tingled, It was so loud, but she wouldn't come in, She's got more gold on her little finger Than your new bride and all your kin.