"O hae ye got onie lands," she says,
"Or castles in your ain countrie?
It's what wad ye gie to the ladie fair55
Wha out o' prison wad set you free?"
"It's I hae houses, and I hae lands,
Wi' monie castles fair to see,
And I wad gie a' to that ladie gay,
Wha out o' prison wad set me free."60
The keeper syne brak aff his chains,
And set Lord Beichan at libertie:—
She fill'd his pockets baith wi' gowd,
To tak him till his ain countrie.
She took him frae her father's prison,65
And gied to him the best o' wine;
And a brave health she drank to him;
"I wish, Lord Beichan, ye were mine!
"It's seven lang years I'll mak a vow,
And seven lang years I'll keep it true;70
If ye'll wed wi' na ither woman,
It's I will wed na man but you."
She's tane him to her father's port,
And gien to him a ship o' fame:—
"Farewell, farewell, my Scottish lord,75
I fear I'll ne'er see you again."
Lord Beichan turn'd him round about,
And lowly, lowly, loutit he:—
"Ere seven lang years come to an end,
I'll tak you to mine ain countrie."80
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Then when he cam to Glasgow town,
A happy, happy man was he;
The ladies a' around him thrang'd,
To see him come frae slaverie.