The English and Scottish Popular Ballads Edited by Francis James Child. |
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YOUNG BEICHAN—I |
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YOUNG BEICHAN—I
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Communicated by Mr David Louden, as recited by Mrs Dodds, Morham, Haddington, the reciter being above seventy in 1873.
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In London was Young Bechin born,Foreign nations he longed to see;
He passed through many kingdoms great,
At length he came unto Turkie.
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He viewed the fashions of that land,The ways of worship viewed he,
But unto any of their gods
He would not so much as bow the knee.
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On every shoulder they made a bore,In every bore they put a tree,
Then they made him the winepress tread,
And all in spite of his fair bodie.
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They put him into a deep dungeon,Where he could neither hear nor see,
And for seven years they kept him there,
Till for hunger he was like to die.
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Stephen, their king, had a daughter fair,Yet never a man to her came nigh;
And every day she took the air,
Near to his prison she passed by.
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One day she heard Young Bechin singA song that pleased her so well,
No rest she got till she came to him,
All in his lonely prison cell.
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‘I have a hall in London town,With other buildings two or three,
And I'll give them all to the ladye fair
That from this dungeon shall set me free.’
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She stole the keys from her dad's head,And if she oped one door ay she opened three,
Till she Young Bechin could find out,
He was locked up so curiouslie.
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‘I've been a porter at your gateThis thirty years now, ay and three;
There stands a ladye at your gate,
The like of her I neer did see.
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‘On every finger she has a ring,On the mid-finger she has three;
She's as much gold about her brow
As would an earldom buy to me.’
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He's taen her by the milk-white hand,He gently led her through the green;
He changed her name from Susie Pie,
An he's called her lovely Ladye Jean.
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