A Collection of Ballads eBook

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“O hae ye ony lands or rents,
Or citys in your ain country,
Coud free you out of prison strong,
An coud maintain a lady free?”

O London city is my own,
An other citys twa or three,
Coud loose me out o prison strong,
An could maintain a lady free.”

O she has bribed her father’s men
Wi meikle goud and white money,
She’s gotten the key o the prison doors,
And she has set Young Bicham free.

She’s gi’n him a loaf o good white bread,
But an a flask o Spanish wine,
An she bad him mind on the ladie’s love
That sae kindly freed him out o pine.

“Go set your foot on good ship-board,
An haste you back to your ain country,
An before that seven years has an end,
Come back again, love, and marry me.”

It was long or seven years had an end
She longd fu sair her love to see;
She’s set her foot on good ship-board,
An turnd her back on her ain country.

She’s saild up, so has she down,
Till she came to the other side;
She’s landed at Young Bicham’s gates,
An I hop this day she sal be his bride.

“Is this Young Bicham’s gates?” says she. 
“Or is that noble prince within?”
“He’s up the stair wi his bonny bride,
An monny a lord and lady wi him.”

“O has he taen a bonny bride,
An has he clean forgotten me?”
An sighing said that gay lady,
“I wish I were in my ain country!”

She’s pitten her ban in her pocket,
An gin the porter guineas three;
Says, “Take ye that, ye proud porter,
An bid the bridegroom speak to me.”

O whan the porter came up the stair,
He’s fa’n low down upon his knee: 
“Won up, won up, ye proud porter,
And what makes a’ this courtesy?”

“O I’ve been porter at your gates
This mair nor seven years an three,
But there is a lady at them now
The like of whom I never did see.

“For on every finger she has a ring,
An on the mid-finger she has three,
An there’s as meikle goud aboon her brow
As woud buy an earldom o lan to me.”

Then up it started Young Bicham,
An sware so loud by Our Lady,
“It can be nane but Shusy Pye
That has come oor the sea to me.”

O quickly ran he down the stair,
O fifteen steps he has made but three,
He’s tane his bonny love in his arms
An a wot he kissd her tenderly.

“O hae you tane a bonny bride? 
An hae you quite forsaken me? 
An hae ye quite forgotten her
That gae you life an liberty?”

She’s lookit oer her left shoulder
To hide the tears stood in her ee;
“Now fare thee well, Young Bicham,” she says,
“I’ll strive to think nae mair on thee.”

“Take back your daughter, madam,” he says,
“An a double dowry I’ll gie her wi;
For I maun marry my first true love,
That’s done and suffered so much for me.”

He’s tak his bonny love by the han,
And led her to yon fountain stane;
He’s changed her name frae Shusy Pye,
An he’s cald her his bonny love, Lady Jane.

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