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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
YOUNG BEICHAN [AND SUSIE PYE], by ANONYMOUS First Line: In london was lord beichan born Last Line: And call'd her his bonny love lady joan | |||
1. IN London was Young Beichan born, He long'd strange countries for to see; But he was ta'en by a savage Moor Who handled him right cruellie. 2. For he view'd the fashions of that land, Their way of worship viewèd he; But to Mahound or Termagant Would Beichan never bend a knee. 3. So thro' every shoulder they've bored a bore, And thro' every bore they've putten a tree And they have made him trail the wine And spices on his fair bodie. 4. They've casten him in a dungeon deep, Where he could neither hear nor see; And fed him on nought but bread and water Till he for hunger's like to die. 5. This Moor he had but ae daughter, Her name was callèd Susie Pye, And every day as she took the air She heard Young Beichan sadly crie: 6. 'My hounds they all run masterless, My hawks they flie from tree to tree, My youngest brother will heir my lands; Fair England again I'll never see! 7. 'O were I free as I hae been, And my ship swimming once more on sea, I'd turn my face to fair England And sail no more to a strange countrie!' 8. Young Beichan's song for thinking on All night she never closed her e'e; She's stown the keys from her father's head Wi' mickle gold and white monie. 9. And she has open'd the prison doors: I wot she open'd twa or three Ere she could come Young Beichan at, He was lock'd up so curiouslie. 10. 'O hae ye any lands or rents, Or cities in your own countrie, Cou'd free you out of prison strong And cou'd maintain a lady free?' 11. 'O London city is my own, And other cities twa or three; I'll give them all to the lady fair That out of prison will set me free.' 12. O she has bribed her father's men Wi' mickle gold and white monie, She's gotten the keys of the prison strong, And she has set Young Beichan free. 13. She's fed him upon the good spice-cake, The Spanish wine and the malvoisie; She's broken a ring from off her finger And to Beichan half of it gave she. 14. 'Go set your foot on good ship-board, And haste you back to your own countrie, But before that seven years has an end, Come back again, love, and marry me.' 15. It was long or seven years had an end She long'd full sore her love to see; So she's set her foot on good ship-board And turn'd her back on her own countrie. 16. She's sailèd east, she's sailèd west, She's sailèd all across the sea, And when she came to fair England The bells were ringing merrilie. 17. 'O whose are a' yon flock o' sheep? And whose are a' yon flock o' kye? And whose are a' yon pretty castles, That I so often do pass by?' 18. 'O they are a' Lord Beichan's sheep, And they are a' Lord Beichan's kye, And they are a' Lord Beichan's castles That you so often do pass by. 19. 'O there's a wedding in yonder ha', Has lasted thirty days and three; Lord Beichan will not bed wi' his bride For love of one that's 'yond the sea.' 20. When she came to Young Beichan's gate She tirlèd softly at the pin; So ready was the proud portèr To open and let this lady in. 21. 'Is this Young Beichan's gates?' she says, 'Or is that noble lord within?' 'He's up the stairs wi' his bonny bride, For this is the day o' his weddin'.' 22. 'O has he taken a bonny bride, And has he clean forgotten me?' And sighing said that ladye gay, 'I wish I were in my own countrie!' 23. She's putten her hands in her pockèt And gi'en the porter guineas three; Says, 'Take ye that, ye proud portèr, And bid the bridegroom speak with me.' 24. And she has ta'en her gay gold ring, That with her love she brake so free; Says, 'Gie him that, ye proud portèr, And bid the bridegroom speak with me.' 25. O when the porter came up the stair, He's kneelèd low upon his knee: 'Won up, won up, ye proud portèr, And what makes a' this courtesie?' 26. 'O I've been porter at your gates I'm sure this thirty years and three, But there is a lady stands thereat The fairest I did ever see.' 27. It's out then e thspake bride's mother, Aye, and an angry woman was she 'Ye might have excepted our bonny bride, And twa or three of our companie.' 28. 'My dame, your daughter's fair enough, And aye the fairer mote she be! But the fairest time that ever she was, She'll no compare wi' this ladye. 29. 'For on every finger she has a ring, And on the mid-finger she has three, And as mickle gold she has on her brow 'Would buy an earldome o' land to me. 30. 'And this golden ring that's broken in twa, She sends the half o' this golden ring, And bids you speak with a lady fair, That out o' prison did you bring.' 31. Then up and started Young Beichan And sware so loud by Our Ladye, 'It can be none but Susie Pye, That has come over the sea to me! 32. O quickly ran he down the stair, Of fifteen steps he made but three; He's ta'en his bonny love in his arms And kiss'd and kiss'd her tenderlie. 33. 'O have ye ta'en another bride, And have ye quite forsaken me? And have ye clean forgotten her That gave you life and libertie?' 34. She's lookèd over her left shoulder To hide the tears stood in her e'e; 'Now fare-thee-well, Young Beichan,' she says, 'I'll strive to think no more on thee.' 35. 'O never, never, Susie Pye, For surely this can never be, That ever I shall wed but her That's done and dreed so much for me!' 36. Then up bespake the bride's mother She never was heard to speak so free: 'Ye'll not forsake my only daughter, Though Susie Pye has cross'd the sea.' 37. 'Take home, take home your daughter, madam, She's never a bit the worse for me; For saving a kiss of her bonny lips Of your daughter's body I am free.' 38. He's ta'en her by the milk-white hand And led her to yon fountain-stone; He's changed her name from Susie Pye And call'd her his bonny love Lady Joan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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