The Lass of Lochroyan "O wae betide ye, ill woman, An ill death may ye dee! That wadna open the door yoursell O he's gane down to yon shore-side, And there he saw fair Annie's bark "O Annie, Annie," loud he cried, But ay the maiŕ he cried “Annie,” “O Annie, Annie, dear Annie, The wind blew loud, the waves rose hie Lord Gregory tore his gowden locks "O cherry, cherry was her cheek, And gowden was her hair, And coral, coral was her lips, Nane might with her compare." Then first he kissed her pale, pale cheek, And syne he kissed her wane, wane lips, There was na breath within. 2561 "O wae betide my ill mither, An ill death may she dee! She turned my true-love frae my door, "O wae betide my ill mither, An ill death may she dee! She has no been the deid o' ane, But she's been the deid o' three." Then he's ta'en out a little dart, Hung low down by his gore, He thrust it through and through his heart, Unknown YOUNG BEICHAN AND SUSIE PYE IN London was young Beichan born, He longed strange countries for to see; But he was ta'en by a savage Moor, Who handled him right cruellie; For he viewed the fashions of that land: So in every shoulder they've putten a bore, They've casten him in a dungeon deep, Where he could neither hear nor see; And fed him on naught but bread and water, This Moor he had but ae daughter, Her name was called Susie Pye; Young Beichan and Susie Pye 2563 And so it fell upon a day, About the middle time of Spring, "My hounds they all run masterless, "Oh 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!" All night long no rest she got, Young Beichan's song for thinking on; She's stown the keys from her father's head, And to the prison strang is gone. And she has opened the prison doors, But when she cam' young Beichan till, He took her for some fair captive: "O have ye any lands," she said, "Or castles in your ain countrie, That ye could give a lady fair, From prison strang to set you free?" "Near London town I have a hall, And other castles two or three; I'll give them all to the lady fair "Give me the truth of your right hand, That for seven years ye'll no lady wed, "I'll give thee the truth of my right hand, The truth of it I'll freely gie,' That for seven years I'll stay unwed, For the kindness thou dost show to me." And she has bribed the proud warder She's gi'en him to eat the good spice-cake; She's gi'en him to drink the blude-red wine; She's bidden him sometimes think on her That sae kindly freed him out o' pine. And she has broken her finger ring, "And set your foot on good ship-board, And haste ye back to your ain countrie; And before that seven years have an end, Come back again, love, and marry me." But lang ere seven years had an end, She sailed east, she sailèd west, Till to fair England's shore she came; Where a bonny shepherd she espied, Feeding his sheep upon the plain. Young Beichan and Susie Pye 2565 "What news, what news, thou bonny shepherd? "There is a wedding in yonder hall, She's putten her hand in her pocket, When she came to young Beichan's gate, So ready was the proud porter "Is this young Beichan's hall," she said, "Or is that noble lord within?" "Yea, he's in the hall among them all, And this is the day o' his weddin'." "And has he wed anither love? "I wish I were in my ain countrie." And she has ta'en her gay gold ring, When the porter came his lord before, |